Pooch

My name is Pooch, I will be arriving from Beirut, Lebanon as soon as we can find a flight to take me here.

I am maybe an Australian Terrier mix, but it is really hard to say. I am about ** years old, and was found in pretty bad condition after being hit by a car and left there to die on the streets of Beirut.

I was brought to the shelter up there, the vets thought I would never walk again as I seemed to be totally paralyzed from the rear end. They made me a wheelchair to get around in, and all of a sudden, miraculously, one day I was all better! Now I am running around, playing, being a real dog and am looking forward to a real life in Canada, in the snow, playing with a family and having a real bed to sleep in. The shelter is wonderful up there, but I hear of stories from my buddies who came up before me, and they say they’re in Heaven!

So I want my chance too at the American Dream, a loving family, a winter coat and boots, my own dish and bed and friends to play with at the dog park! Wow, it sounds too good to be true.

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