A little about me....I came to my family when I was about 6 months old...Mom had lost two dogs to cancer the prior year and my brother Wiley was the only dog in the house....Mom went to the Walgreens to get some tooth paste and there I was in the parking lot being given away...fearing for me she scooped me up and I was on my way to forever.... They had told Mom my name was Pluto...but Mom always figures new life, new name....over the next few days I went through a couple names, Rascal, Jett, and then the third day I leapt clear across the turtle pond....and was dubbed Evel Kneivel by my brother Matt...Evil stuck....and remember Evil spelled backwards is Live....
Posted on: Tue, 15 Jul 2014 11:30:30 +0000
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