Parker

Parker came from a litter of 11 puppies. I was surprised -- and relieved -- when the breeder said he was the only one not spoken for. Then I noticed his left front leg, which was slightly crooked below the knee. Reason enough, I suppose, for the previous "shoppers" to pass him over. Yet as Parker grew, his leg straightened. Today he's a powerful runner, light on his feet.
Misfortune often morphs into fortu
ne.
Parker got a good home, and I feel I got the pick of the litter!

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