Fletcher finds Paleface outside a bookstore in California, outside of San Francisco. He was about two months old, and unique in appearance. Fletcher's never really been a dog person, but something in the puppy's two-toned gaze convinced Fletcher to take the bedraggled and sickly puppy home anyway. Even the veterinarian wasn't able to tell Fletcher exactly what kind of dog he was, some kind of pit bull cross was his best guess. Fletcher settled for calling him an "American Palefaced Bookstorehound," which was shortened to Paleface, and soon became a term of endearment.
