This here's a story 'bout a dog named Fred. That's a good way to start isn't it? Anyway, Fred is a little white/yellow Chow mix/mutt dog. He's also one of the best little dogs that I've ever known, and he was almost put to sleep because according to the animal control people he's creature spawned from the very penis of hell, but I'm getting ahead of myself.
Fred started life as someone's pet. Those people, Denise's neighbor's, didn't take care of him so he "adopted" Denise as his new owner. We didn't have a name for him yet so he was called "Neighbor Dog". A little while later Denise decided to call him "Fred" for Fred Rodgers "'Cos he's our neighbor". He enjoied running the neighborhood and getting in trouble with the law. Everytime I or one of Denise's friends came over there was Fred, jumping up and begging to be petted. The only people he didn't like were the neighborhood kids that picked on him and threw rocks and bottles at him, in spite of all that abuse, he never even snapped at Denise or any of her friends.
Then one day Fred got busted by the fuzz. They hauled him away in one of those nasty animal control vans. This was Denise's ticket to getting Fred as her own and taking care of him the way his former owners didn't so she went down to the pound on the first working day (he was nabbed on saturday and the first working day was Tuesday. Imagine Denise's supprise when she got to the pound and found out that Fred was unadoptable. This took her by supprise. Apparently this sweet little guy (barely knee high) had TERRIFIED everyone at the pound. They wouldn't check him to see if he was sick, give him any kind of shots other than rabies and neutering him was totally out of the question. They were ready to gas the little guy when his three days were up.
Obviously we couldn't let this happen.