I went to pick-up my niece from horse-riding lessons one afternoon.   As I stood there and waited about 7 rowdy terrier puppies came to say hello.    These were obviously ranch puppies covered with fleas and who knows what.   I inquired about keeping one and had the frail little guy handed to me.   I took about 60 fleas off him, gave him a bath, and then had him dewormed (he had hookworms to boot).    “Indy” has been our buddy ever since.   We named him Indy after Independence Day.  That was the day I knew I met the perfect girl in my fiancée.    He speaks (in Dog of course), rolls-over, dances, stands, gives high-fives, gives “Paw.” Outside of the parlor tricks, most of all, he completes our life.

Alberto from FL