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Wild dogs

She was born under a pile of wood, mum died defending here from another wild dog. We called her Polly and loved her to bits but wild dogs are wild dogs and one day about a year or so later we went to the beach and BIG Polly felt the call and decided she wanted a new life. We never saw her again.

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