Mutt

My name started as Mutt. I was born somewhere between 5th Ave and Yonkers.

I come from a long line of mixed breeds.

Some say I look like a Jack Russell.

Others believe I have some sort of Corgi lineage.

I have never gotten a DNA test so I’ll continue to wonder.

My future was uncertain until I was collected with a bunch of other mutts during a raid outside the local italian restaurant.

I then was placed in a rescue joint where they took a fancy photo of me and renamed me George.

They guessed I was 18 months according to my canines.

I can’t keep track of time so there guess is as good as mine.

My new group of providers picked me up in a silver jeep.

They seem nice.

I have a few sibling mutts now who’s lineage is just as confusing as mine.

The house is fun and there is plenty of food and toys.

A large fenced in yard where I can bark at will, mostly at squirrels and people staring at me.

There are times that my providers head out of town and need for us to go to a farm.

They are plenty friendly there but the place sure does smell.

Baths are important before I get picked up again.

My favorite thing to do is jump in the local river and catch tennis balls.

Life is pretty good even for a Mutt like me renamed as George born somewhere between 5th Ave and Yonkers.

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