Well - here is the whole story in Liz's words:

"
I was trying to avoid a bad accident on 80 on my way home from Berkeley on
Thursday so I took surface streets and sort of got lost a little. While
trying to navigate to 580 I saw this dog just weaving back and forth along
the street, no collar. I practically hit her. So I pulled over and tried to
coax her over. 

I managed to get her interested in my almost empty container
of KFC mashed potatoes and she ate them within 2 feet of me. So - from
every indication she looked and acted a stray. I asked a whole bunch of
people if they'd ever seen her or knew if she had someone who (sort of)
looked after her. No one had any idea. 

While surveying, I was trying to get
her to come to me - now armed with a can of cat food. She ate from my hand
and circled the car three times, but decided to keep scavenging. On my
second trip to the corner market for more bait one of the employees who had
been watching my antics said she did indeed have someone who looked after
her but that if I could catch her he would be glad to see her in better
hands. I laid off at that point and said it wasn't really right for me to
take someone's dog. He (JD) offered to talk to the guy that feeds her to
let him know someone was interested in the dog. 

I came back two days later
(worrying the whole time she'd been hit in the mean time) and JD said "Yep,
you can have her." Unbelievable. Well - we came back later when the guy was
home from work and JD took us over to the house and there she was on the
porch. He yelled for Winston who opened the inner door and said -"you can
have her if you can catch her" then closed the door. 

So  Steve and I spent
the next hour or so armed with three cans of cat food, a collar and leash
and finally coaxed her into the tail gate of the car. Three hours later it
was almost like she'd been ours from the start. She's a real sweetie pie -
just needed some love. She has a huge scar on one shoulder from the other
guy's husky who at least wears a collar and is chained up on the porch (not
that that is good - but better than running loose!)

Since I first found her on Adeline Street that's what we picked for a
name. She is about 8 months old, part chow and we think german shepherd or
lab or rottweiler. Not sure. her tongue is mostly black so we are only
certain of the chow. But - she's a born retriever.

And that's the saga.

"

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