The Hellhound !
Or, surviving the early years of a Labrador.
Sally's Story
--- Part One ---
The story of how we got Sally is, on the surface, quite simple.
Whether Sally was looking for us or we were looking for Sally has become just a little blurred over the past few years.
You could say that we found Sally in an adverisement in the paper, you might say the adverisement found us.
What is absolutely certain is that Sally was an unwanted pup and we wanted a pup.
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About two weeks after our Black Labrador Ebony died
we had been just long enough without a dog to have gone through the 'never again' stage and we were ready to have another dog in the house.
Sally's original owners did not want her, they wanted the money, but not the dog and so we bought Sally off of them.
What we got was an adorable looking Labrador.
No two ways about it, Sally was a gem...
She was cute, with an almost white coat and a pure black nose.
Sally was a picture perfect Labrador pup,
but Sally had a problem and within a few hours she turned into
a wild-eyed creature from Hell.
It looked like we had got
a Devil-Dog, a real life monster, a
Hell-Hound !
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