Five years ago, I picked up this teeny tiny two day old ball of fur. She was from a litter of six; they said her mother died. She fit in the palm of my hand with plenty of room left over. Her eyes were closed up tight, but she had a fierce sense of smell; … Continue reading Puppers is 5!
Cooper, you weren't the sharpest tool in the shed, but you were a good dog. You loved us all, and you only wanted to be with us all the time. You loved car and truck rides, and you never got car sick. You were a good dog. You never chased the chickens (just that one … Continue reading You were a good dog, Cooper!