Nouri was born in a basement in San Francisco, CA. She had a twin brother. Nouri's parents were fighting bulldogs. My dad took her because she had a sugar paw (little white paw).
Soon after I was born, Nouri took to sleeping under my crib and loved me as her own. She was also a terrific shoe, book and toy shredder. How can a dog be so loyal and loved, yet be such pain in the... (well, you know.)?
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