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I’m Angie, and my situation is sad. I’m skinny, and was covered in ticks when I came in as an owner surrender. I have no clue why I am here.

The volunteers could sing: “Oh, Angie, don’t you weep, all your kisses still taste sweet. I hate that sadness in your eyes.”

I’m only two years old, a black and tan coonhound mix that might be a better partner than a hunting dog. The season is over, so I probably got dumped.

I’m a little shy and confused because no one taught me how to walk on a leash, but I am making huge strides daily! I would be the most gratitude-filled best friend. [Read more…]