Carly

When I was four years old my family and I got a boxer. She was a rescue dog, and her name was Carly. Carly was about four years old when we first got her. She was used as a fighting dog, and she had scares all over. Even though she used for fighting she was the sweetest dog! All she wanted to do was be part of a family. Her coat was fawn, but she was white on her chest and feet. We used to let her out and she would run around the whole neighborhood before coming back. When she got older she did not run as much as she used too. My family and I had her for almost ten years before she passed away.