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Hey, Graci here. Mom and dad rescued/adopted
me from a shelter in Bowling Green, Kentucky. As you can probably tell, I'm a Jack Russell Terrier. I'm
a little, well . . . odd. Mom says I'm a Wacko Jacko and she says she understands why I was always kept outside
by my previous owner and eventually dropped off at the shelter. She also says she's crazy about me, and that it's
a good thing I was adopted by her and dad because anyone else would probably have taken me back to the shelter, or worse.
:( I can't be THAT bad, can I? I mean just because I will eat pretty much ANYTHING, including lots of
mom & dad's clothes, shoes & the majority of a high-quality leather sectional & recliner. I did have
help. My cairn terrier partner in crime, Kourtni, is always up for eating anything too. Well, gotta go see what
I can find to destroy/eat next! Thanks for stopping by.
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