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Rex became part of our family in the spring of 2004. When we walked up to the shelter, he was the one dog who didn’t bark at us. He clumsily lobbed after a tennis ball in the play area, and we immediately fell in love. We took him home that day. The shelter told us his story, that he’d been shot in the neck as a youngster, and that he’d always have that bullet in him. He was roughly 1.5 years when we got him.