A dear friend gave me toy poodle as a gift to be my traveling companion while driving back and forth to Michigan for grad school. But he ran away before I had a chance to name him. This was my first dog so I was heartbroken. My husband and I put up 500 fliers in the Parkview area where we lived. Nine days later, Animal Care and Control found him. He had eye infections in both eyes and a fractured pelvis. Eventually he healed just fine. But because of the nine days we spent looking diligently canvassing our neighborhood, hanging (and removing) fliers, interrogating neighbors and all my tears, my husband decided to name him Monster... all 7 pounds of him!
Monster the Toy Poodle
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