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Who doesn't love Twizzlers? That's me, and every bit as sweet as the candy. Here's my not so sweet story. I was picked up at my house by people that were there to "rescue" me. If you don't know what that means, it means you get a bath, get rid of the critters living on you, get fed so you're not hungry all the time and get petted and loved. When we got to SWAT later that day, I was feeling a l ittle icky. My sister was WAY icky and so she couldn't stay with the rest of us. She never came back. I heard SWAT say a simple shot would have prevented us all being sick but the people that had our mom didn't know or didn't care. After our mom was shot and killed, they didn't want any more to do with us. Being rescued was scary but oh so worth it! I had to take a lot of icky medicine but now I'm full of puppy energy and ready to find my family. I'm about 10-12 weeks and I'm not going to be a BIG dog. We are waiting until I go to the vet to guess breed and weight when I'm big. Wanna meet me? Fill out an app and let's get this ball rolling so I can fetch it and bring it back <3