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How We Met?
Occupying virtually all of the compact car's back seat, Rebel was waiting to make a left at a stop light with his foster-owner, Tara. Once stopped in the adjacent left turn lane, I rolled down my window and told the driver that we, too, had a wonderful White Shepherd. In the minute before the light changed, Tara said that she was fostering him and looking for a good home. After reaching the next red light, we had traded lanes ...then names and phone numbers. Three weeks later, Rebel was ours. Five years and one divorce later, Rebel and I have full custody of each other. :-)