|Shuga and Char|
|Bo (and Randy)|
As you can see, we are dog people. We have dogs inside, outside and inside/outside. We have kennels, dog beds and an underground fence around the property. We have a yard Lab, named Yellar, who wanders the plantation and keeps deer from the garden and squirrels out of the feeders (although he will tell you he hates the squirrels more). He started his life with us ten years ago when Charcoal (above) brought him home from a jaunt to the woods. Yellar is the most intelligent dog I've ever seen. He taught us to scratch him, feed him, let him in, let him out, let him sleep, give him bones and cookies, and everything else that is important to a guard/companion/protection/nurse dog. And, he did it in an amazingly short amount of time, considering what he had to work with!
Our little Westie, Shuga, passed away about a year ago. She was a special little dog who loved my wife like no other. For such a small dog, she left a big hole. Just before that, Char died, too. It was a sad time around the hacienda. Over time, they became good memories and we laugh at their antics to this day.
I've been hearing little grumblings of discontent out of the spousal unit for some months now. Little comments about how "cute this little pound puppy is" and so-and-so "just got the cutest little Jack Russell", etc. Of course, being the caring husband, I did what all husbands do...I ignored it. Bad news, Batman! It appears we are now in the market for a small, mixed breed, rescure puppy. Preferably a hairy, ten pound, energetic ball of love we can make the "Queen of the house!"