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My name is Spike.   I have a few other pet names I've been given and I'll answer to any of them  if you have food or treats!   Spikerelda (when I'm feeling my feminine side), Min, MinPin, Minnie, Minnie Pinnie and probably a few I have chosen to forget missed.    Don't you just love People?   They take great pains to name you and then call you a million other names and want you to keep up!   Anyway, I'll tell you a little bit about my story.    Unfortunately I don't know it all.   I either have amnesia or selective memory.  Whatever.   I don't want to talk about what happened to me before I met my now family other than to say I wound up at the pound.  Or "Animal Shelter" if you will.   Very P.C., but me and my buddies who wound up there just called it the pound.    The people there were good to us and really tried to help.  Their hearts are really in the right place.   But there are just so many of us.  You know, dogs and cats that have been abandoned, left behind in a move, some of us who just got out and got lost.  Those lucky ones who get lost usually are found by their families who are heartbroken when they realize we are missing and actually put up signs and check the pound everyday to see if we turned up.   I must have been abandoned because no one came looking for me.    But one day, an Older Boy and his mom came to "just look" at the animal shelter.   I could see them through the fence walking around, stopping at the different cages.   They looked nice, but you never know for sure.   I kept my eye on them as they visited with the other dogs and tried to listen in on their conversation.  You can tell alot from what they say to each other, you know.   It was a good sign that they were pretty interested in all the dogs, they didn't seem to have a particular type.   "Mom" was interested in a pretty, sweet Rotweiler named Sassy who kept pressing against the cage and begging to be petted.   I figured they wouldn't be interested in me after all because Sassy was a pretty big dog, and well, I'm a MINIATURE pinscher.   But as much as they seemed to like Sassy, they did keep commenting on how BIG Sassy was.   I thought quickly.  Tried to assess the situation.    Other than size, Sassy and I had alot in common, we're both black with rust colored markings, kind of "cool" dogs if you know what I mean.  Not Labrador types or pouffy pretty dogs or "so ugly their cute" dogs but cool, kinda tough looking dogs.  Yeah, that's me and the Rots and the Pits and the Pinschers!   Older Boy had a cool tat and an Ozzy t-shirt on, I thought if  I could just pull of the cool dog act  I thought I might have a chance with him.  When Older Boy walked by me I took my chance and jumped up and yapped a little.   Just enough to get his attention but not enough to make him think I was a "yappy little dog", you have to be careful, you know.   Don't want to give the wrong impression right off the bat.   He stopped and looked right at me.   He had big brown eyes and a nice looking face.   He tried to pet me through the chain link but wound up poking me in the eye with his finger.    I don't think he noticed and I tried to play it cool............(stay tuned in for the rest of my story!)