Man, I have had a lot happen to me in my short life – I’m about a year old –
but nothing fazes me. Somehow I wound up by the side of the road with a
broken leg , buckshot in my behind, scrawny. A kind stranger stopped and
took me out of danger to a veterinarian where they fixed my leg and treated
my wounds.  She named me Tyson cause I needed to be a fighter to survive all
I’d been through. Then it was on to a rescue. I am happy to say my fosters
are a lot better about feeding me on a regular basis than wherever I came
from, so I’m filling out and growing hair thanks to nutrition. Now, I’m
about to ditch this cast and go to a forever home. I am very friendly,
housebroken, crate trained, saw a cat at the vets and didn’t get excited,
but would need more work on that, and I love to ride in a car and meet new
people. I would do best in a no dog home, however I love other dogs and get
along with them on walks. Yes that is confusing, so if you would like to
know more about that, contact placement@sagrr.org.

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