I had been fostering for HHHS for a few months and just happened to be there to do some volunteer work when I was approached about a little pup that wasn't doing very good. When I asked what breed she was they told me mom is an Australian Shepard and I was handed this little brindle pup that was about six weeks old. A brindle Aussie is not heard of, so the game began to "Guess the Breed." I grabbed some food and headed home with her.

We brought her to our house on December 7, 2004 and on Christmas Eve my husband and I decided that we couldn't give her up. She was ours. She fit like an old shoe. We named her Tyson after Mike Tyson because she loves to bite your ears.

Our two labs and poodle adored her since day one. They will back off of their food bowls to let her eat, and drop toys so she can play with them. They have spoiled her rotten.

She helps me a lot with the other pups that I foster. She will help them take a bath, watch them eat, play gently with them and snuggle on the bed with them for nap time. She is a total joy.

This summer she has learned how to swim in the pond, and play football and bumper. She loves to help get the paper in the morning and the mail in the afternoon. She is the neighborhood social butterfly.

People have stopped to ask "what breed is she?" and our favorite replies are "spoiled" or "loved." But after eight months of having her with us the majority rule is momma was a Australian Shepard, while daddy had to be a Greyhound.
I'm so lucky to have been at HHHS that day to meet her and help her. And now she is one of the biggest joys in our lives.

April & David Thompson

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