
Back in 1997 Scully jumped into my brother's truck when he stopped to get his mail. Neither of us could keep her so we gave her away. A year later she came back to me and we've been together ever since. She's estimated to be about 18 years old now, and she's still our amazing flying dog. She runs around the house like a wind-up toy set free, and seems to relish jumping on her two much bigger furry siblings. She loves dogs, cats and kids, but she hates snakes. We live in the desert and in her younger days she killed a few. She also loves to go for rides on a cart we use to tote heavy stuff or on the pool floats. She makes us smile every day, she's our crazy old lady, our Psycho Scully.
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