StormcrowAz
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So my wife has a friend down the street that does a bunch of rescue work. Evidently someone found a litter of 5-6 puppies in a cardboard box abandoned next to a dumpster at a construction site and took them to her. She did her thing with shots, fixing, chips, etc. bringing them back to health for adoption. They were all adopted out except this one little guy, which she said nobody wanted him because he was a black dog. Huh? Anyways, she ends up getting another batch of parvo puppies in and my wife offers to foster him for a while until she can find him a home. Long story short, it’s my fault as after a couple of weeks I couldn’t stand the thought of him going away, so now he’s a foster-fail and part of our family. We're guessing he's about 6-7 months old. Super-cuddly, ****-wiggling, face-licking, and an all-around lovable Good Boy. Meet Charlie.

With the rest of our rescue-pack.


With the rest of our rescue-pack.


































