My little Macs is my rescue. Some people bought him from a Pet Store in a mall,
, and thought "little apartment, little dog". He was left alone all day and punished when they got home if he had pottied in the house,
, like where else was he supose to go? They fed him cheese constinatly to make him not bark..
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I rescued him when he was almost a year old. Today he is 8, and the happiest dog in the world. He has a yard to play in and two brothers. The minute I saw him I wanted him. Just look at his beautiful, loving eyes and that great big doggy grin!!! He is my baby.
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