She was a good dog. In spite of her background of
street-living, Pinky adapted to her new home rather quickly. She was a runner
though, and as such, she kept us on our toes every time the door or the gate to
the porch was opened.
Time and time again we can be seen chasing Pinky down the
street, into the neighbor's yards, across Harrison Street heading towards the
Eisenhower Expressway, you name it, she went there! Thank goodness we were always able to corral her and get her back
home. Once there, she was excited about her "run" and although we
were all frustrated with these incidents, we were always joyful upon finding
her.
Pinky was house broken from the day she came to live with us
and she was very food-driven. You could get her to do just about anything for a
treat.
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