Chris and his mom and dad found me at the pound. My card said I was a lab mix and that's just what they wanted but a lot of other people wanted me too so there was a lottery and Chris didn't win. His mom gave the winner her phone number just in case and the next day they called and asked if Chris wanted me - seems the pound had crossed off lab mix and wrote in chihuahua mix and they had second thoughts. Some people just don't know a good thing when they have it. Chris named me Floppy because my ears flopped around - good grief. His pet name for me is Cutsie Wootsie, how lame, but what's a gal to do. A few weeks later they brought Jack, the Jack-A-Whack-A-Dog home, I let him know up front I was the boss and he never questioned my authority - a good man. I have a great life, although sadly Jack passed away 2 years ago and Chris, who is 28 now, moved to Texas, but I still have mom and dad, and at 16-1/2 I can still go up and down the stairs and take my walks, I love my naps, I still have my looks, it's all gravy!
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