These were the two who were not chosen.  There were six in our litter.  And we sold four–two each to two separate men.  Our dogs, Pax and Sweetie, had a litter–their only one.  And I did not have the heart to tell my wife to sell any of the two remaining pups and separate them.  One turned out to be a real sweet heart– Coco a long haired female with the cutest fluffy black ears.  The other one was a rascal but one smart and athletic dog–Tilla.  His original name was Atilla the Hun.  He was the only one of four who could jump the fence we built a year later, which necessitated building it even higher.  Before the fence was built we had another problem:  he could let himself out the front door:  he learned how to pop open the front latch and then we had to chase him all over the neighborhood every time we forgot to lock the front door.  Anyway, God in his wisdom made them perfect choices for us.  So you never know.  Both of them were, by the way, black like all of rest of the litter.

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