Here is my crew.
We have had several dogs over the years. Three we chose, and many more than that chose us. I will never understand why people think that if they have a dog that they are tired of, all they need to do is drive out to the country and let it go to fend for itself.
Lucas (as in Lucas Oil) showed up at our front gate about five years ago scrawny, filthy, starving, and covered with flees and tics. We gave him a bath, some food and a warm bed, and he gave us his hart.
Bruno is one that we chose. He is smart as a whip. Challenges me constantly, and is loyal as they come.
About a month ago, Rosie showed up in our yard. Maybe ten weeks old by the time she found us, she was probably someone's Christmas present, that was very cute until they realized that she needed to be housebroken, and trained to stop wining. She too was starving, and covered with tics. She has proven to be a fast learner, is now housebroken, and is a real joy.
Two Butts. Hmmm wonder what is in that hole?
