Dace was a big dog and he was always getting his nose into trouble. He always got into everything like trash cans and chewing on the clothing. I got Dace from a pound he was a pit bull and no one wanted him. When I got there it was his last day. I felt terrible for him not being able to live another day so I took him home with me. The first day he tore up tissues and got into my trash cans and it was all over the house. Dace was a dog anyone would want but his looks made everyone scared. He was smart and you could never stay mad at him. I posted an add in the newspaper and I got a call to adopt him. It was a lady who saw him while I was walking him. She came over and after a week he went home with her and I had to check out the house. She now treats him like a baby and he's spoiled rotten. I still get to see him.
