I knew my mother was considering "re-homing" her dog—my beloved Mandy—because she (the woman) is 72 and may not be able to keep up with her.

What I did not realize until a few days ago is that because of breed prejudice, my mom doesn't consider her adoptable, and is considering putting her down.

I think the dog could use a little training, but the thought of losing her that way breaks my heart.

I'll obviously be making some phone calls this week, to see if I can find an enlightened shelter in Southern California; it's time to snap out of this. I may not be able to "keep" the dog, but I won't see her killed if I can help it.

Naturally, I live in a condominium that limits the size of pets. And my husband does not like Mandy; he refers to her as "that thing."

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