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I'm in Tampa. The weather ain't so bad, thankfully. I think a dog may have chosen me. Her name is Alice. She seems to be an Italian Greyhound/Chihuahua mix. Mom rescued her from her rescuer who couldn't keep her. Crazy old stray saving cat lady, my mom...gotta love her! Of course, she comes from a LONG line of stray savers...my gram tried to save a den of coyotes when she was young...lasted until they started teething. Anyway, she's still a bit of a puppie, not well socialized and needs a bit of housebreaking. But she's heartbreakingly beautiful and I may have to dig up the $125 United is going to charge me to take her home. Friggin' dog.
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