- I’m a jailbird (bailed out of the pound six times in one year)
- I’m gorgeous
- I like to eat books
- I’m beautiful
- I like to eat boots
- I’m adorable
- I like to eat spectacles
- I’m the biggest, furriest girl in Baskerville Manor
About the jailbird thing. I started life somewhere outside Dublin. My first owner didn’t take much care of me, so I basically lived in a shed and had puppies, and did nothing else. I was never house trained, or taught to walk on a lead, or come when I was called. I never got to play with anybody.
I was rescued by a kind family who took me in and did everything they could to make me healthy. But they only had a small house, they had kids and there was already a Weimaraner living there. There was not a lot of space. While I really, really, liked them, I needed to get out and see the world. As I am not a very street-wise girl, this lead to me being arrested and jailed six times. Jason, the dad of the house, bailed me out every time, but I could see he was getting worried.
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