A few weeks ago, I found a skinny dog named Logan hiding in our garage. He followed Ginger in after they had been playing in the backyard. It took me couple of hours to get close enough to read his tags, and when I contacted the owners, they denied having a dog and hung up the phone. I then called the SPCA and when I described the dog to them, they called him by name, and they picked up Logan about 3 hours later. After many phone calls, we got a call from the "pound-master" who asked if we were interested in adopting Logan. (We were told by the guy who picked him up that Logan had been caught 9 times in the last 6 months, due to his owners neglect, outside of a pub poking around the garbage looking for something to eat). We were also told that because of his size, and breed there would be little chance of him finding a home and that he would probably be put down. Anyway, long story short, we now have a very large(but small for his breed, Daryl thinks) Rottweiler who, while not terribly well-mannered but very trusting, seems to be fitting in to the family very well. Everybody loves him and Ginger seems okay with him as well except for the occasional jealous interval (just like older children when the new baby arrives). With a lot of love and lots of discipline, we think our new edition will work out just fine. By the way, compare the size of his legs with Justin's forearm.
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