These are my two dogs. In 1997, Just after purchasing some awesome
property at the corner of the Etowah River and Lake Allatoona, I was
driving down a logging road to the property and noticed two black
something or others running across the road. I jumped out of my
truck and followed them through the woods. All of sudden I heard
the sound of a puppy crying and I got to her and she was trapped
behind a big log. I looked on ahead and there was the mother, just
running on through the woods. I helped the puppy over the log
and off she went chasing after her mom. That night I began to worry
how this wild dog probably had as many as six puppies and only
one was still alive. So I put out food and water and after several
weeks I was able to capture this little puppy and I called her beary
because, just catching them out of the corner of my eye,
I thought it may have been a little black bear
running across the road.
About a year later Beary had some puppies from another
wild dog and I kept one male and my stepson, Joey, named
him Spikey.
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