Eric Seal thought the scrawny puppy at his feet was perhaps five weeks old. Some time during the night, the little mixed-breed female had been dumped at the Seals' front gate. "Before you ask," he told Jeffrey, his wife, "the answer is an absolute no. We are not going to keep it. We don't need another dog. When and if we do, we'll get a purebred." As though she hadn't heard him, his wife sweetly asked, "What kind do you think it is?" Eric shook his head. "It's hard to tell. From her color markings and the way she holds her ears in a half lop, I'd say she's part German shepherd." "We can't just turn her away," Jeffrey pleaded. "I'll feed her and get her cleaned up. Then we'll find a home for her."

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