I found Spaz one night when I was catering. She was maybe 6 months old and had been sorely neglected. The pads on her little paws were scorched from walking on the hot Nashville pavement. I took her home with me, thinking that I would find her a good home because I just knew that my other dog would not tolerate another one in the house. Ten years later we still have her while our other dog, who is now 17 years old, barely tolerates her.