Hi, I'm Cherished Trisha, although my mom calls me either Pumpki or Trisha. I am a rescue dog. I am a Pitt-Shepard mix, and didn't have a good puppyhood. When I was just 5 months old, I was as big as the adult male pitt-bulls that lived around me. My former owners thought that it would be good fun and good money to have me fight these big boys. I didn't want to do it, and the other dogs didn't want to fight, but that is what they were trained for, and even though they felt bad about it, they had to do it to survive. I don't remember if I won or lost, probably lost because I now have a large scar across my cheek and a bad tooth from the bite I got. Besides, I was still a baby, I didn't know how to defend myself.

Shortly after my fight, some men in uniforms came and took away my former owners. They took away my sibling and all the other dogs in the area. There was a lot of yelling and screaming and it scared me pretty bad. I just cowered in my little box where I slept as they picked me up and took me out of there. They took me to a local shelter where I stayed as evidence for a while. While I was there, the caretakers fed me good food and trained me to be a good puppy. They also taught me how to look incredibly cute. When I wasn't needed for evidence anymore I went up for adoption. The men where charged and imprisoned for animal abuse and dog-fighting.

On the same day that I went up for adoption, my new mommy and daddy were looking for a doggy-kid at the very same shelter that I was living at. They looked at all kinds of dogs. They saw labs, retrievers, a lot of mixes, even a great dane, then They saw me! I was the only dog they had taken out of the kennel for her to play with. I was on my best behavior. I sat in front of them and used my inside voice. I wagged my tail and didn't jump. I wanted to go home with them. They left without me though. I was so sad. I didn't know why they didn't want me. I just laid there on the floor of my kennel and was sad.

The very next day, as the shelter opened, my mommy, the same one that left me there the day before, was there again. She had some kind of paper she called her rent agreement to prove that she could have me. She also had a pretty leash and collar for me, but the collar was too small so she used the collar the kennel people had given me. Ohh, I was so happy! She came back for me! I was so bouncy that I just jumped up and gave her a big kiss on the cheek. She

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