By WILL HIGGINS The Indianapolis Star INDIANAPOLIS (AP) _ A Yorkshire terrier, a dog the size of a rabbit, walked down a winding suburban street near 38th Street and Post Road the Tuesday before last. The dog was flea-bitten, its fur was matted, its teeth were decayed and its gums infected. The dog had fallen a long way. Once it had been so loved, so prized, it was the ring-bearer at its owner’s wedding. It had trotted down the aisle, in a tuxedo, to the sounds of “Pachelbel’s Canon.” And now the dog was alone and had nothing but a porkchop bone, which it held in its tiny jaws. There was no meat on it. But the dog happened to pass the house of Pam Hardy, and Hardy, a dog lover, happened to be looking out the window. And that was the beginning of the end of an incredible journey _ actually, more like a grand misadventure. It began six years and 1,100 miles ago, The Indianapolis Star reports (http://indy.st/1DIvxub). In Austin, Texas, Grisel Jaramillo was beside herself. The front door had been left open, and the Yorkie _ named Bailey _ had slipped out. She yelled for him. She […]
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