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At A Glance
7/15/05: My name is Cleo and I am 12 years old. Wait a minute...What??! I can't be 12 years old. I'm QUITE sure I'd know if I was 12 years old so that HAS to be wrong. I'm more like six. Yeah...six. That's what I am. I'm in RAGOM foster care because a member of my former family developed allergies. They were very sorry to surrender me because they loved me very much. I miss them, too, but I'm doing GReat here in my new foster home and I get along just fine with the two resident dogs. My former family took excellent care of me and I'm current on all my vaccinations, spayed, and heartworm negative. You could say I'm one healthy middle-aged dog (work with me, won't you?)! Alright, so the hearing's a little sub-par but that does NOT mean I'm old. It certainly doesn't prevent me from having FUN FUN FUN! I'm a VERY happy girl and I wag my tail ALL the time. Foster Mom says she can feel the draft in the next room. More to come as Foster Mom gets to know me better. If you simply can't wait, you could come to the Highland Petco on Saturday, July 16th cuz I'll be there hangin' with all my pals in foster care. See you there!