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I still can't figure out why my family brought me to such a scary place. I'm Grace. My family surrendered me to the shelter a couple weeks ago. I was happy to jump into the car and go for a ride, but I had no idea I would end up here. I was so afraid that my legs wouldn't work. I crawled to my cage. They didn't really put a good word in for me either. I'm a good girl who aims to please and loves my humans. I've started using my legs to walk again, but that doesn't mean this place is any less scary. It's just easier than crawling on the floor. I'm only a year old, I have a bit of Boxer and a dab of sweetness in me and I would love to get out of this place. Ready for a sweet girl like me? Call me.