Who'd a thunk it. I made it this far! I've been pulled out to sea, run away and adopted, hit by a car, and just plain gone - but somehow I keep on tickin'. Why do these guys keep taking pictures of me anyway - don't they know what I look like? ? ? ? You can train me, crate me, rope me up, wear me out, hose me down, whatever you want - but I'm coming back for more - that's for sure!