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How I found and lost Fluffie in San Antonio

This is Fluffie, a dog from the Westside that I've been trying to catch for a year.  He's a mustang-poodle.  I've tried dog traps from the Animal Defense League, dozens of weinies, and almost illegal drugs.  Nothing worked.  He's a sweet dog, but afraid of people.  Two days ago he finally got trapped in a yard on Colorado Street, and Mike, a man who was my lookout called me and I went right over the next morning.  He was already on Death Row, curled up in a corner.  I paid to get him fixed, his shots, microchipped, the works.  I went yesterday to get him, ready with weinies, a training leash, a collar and leash.  He's a Maltese Poodle, apparently, but who knew?  Weighs about 15 pounds, so the dreadlocks weighed more than him. I told the woman in the Clinic to please make the collar tight so that he wouldn't get away, told her he was a wild one.  She told me that no way could he get away from the collar, though it wasn't as snug as I would have liked, but these are the people who work with dogs, and maybe they know something?  I walked out slowly with the Fluffie and he dragged, then walked some, let me pet him a little, let me carry him a little before he made signs he wanted to bite me, got back on the ground, then dragged and started wrestling with the leash.  A guy came out to help me, and we walked to the car where I opened the back, and by this time because Fluffie was wiggling like the little maniac he is, slipped out of the collar that was supposed to be "tight" and got away.  Went under the van, and the guy called for help from ACS but no one came.  Then Fluffie was about to take off to the freeway, but the guy did some kind of football defense-move, and cut him off.  Fluffie ran off to the dried grass between the ACS and the Food Bank.  Finally the ACS truck came and they told me they would find him for sure and call me.  Of course they haven't.  The really sad thing in all this is that they are blaming me.  They get paid to save dogs, and some of us just do it because who could resist el Fluffie?  If they only knew how hard I tried.  Now he's buck-naked  and furless out there, I hope someone can trap him and save him.  He's a good little dog, with some weinies and patience, he can make it.  He's two years old according to my ACS papers.  They say he could've been abused in the past, and that's why he's so skittish around people.  

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