Yesterday our four fading senior dogs, all from the same litter, had to be helped along to the Rainbow Bridge. Born to a small shaggy homeless dog in an abandoned trailer, these pups were looked after from day one by my stepdad until he could bring them home. He tried to capture the mother dog but never could. They have been dealing with cancer and stroke issues for a while and it was finally decided that their quality of life could not be made any better. So they came into this world together, and left it peacefully together. RIP, sweet pups.
The Adventurous One, who would steal your chewing gum if you weren’t careful.
Dudley was a dog that we found wandering up and down the road for weeks until we finally caught him. He turned out to be a totally lovable goofball once he got over his fear of people. His fur had been a dingy yellow, but now has deepened to a nice honey color. He loves to stand on top of his doghouse and bark at the birds that sit in the oak tree overhead.
Bubba and his sister, Cissy, were part of a litter of five puppies that my stepdad found in an abandoned trailer. He looked after them until they were weaned, and he tried and tried to catch the mother dog, but couldn’t. Finally when the puppies were old enough to be away from their mother, he took them all. We adopted out three, and kept two. Two were returned. The two sets of littermates are well into their teens and have their share of old-age problems,but they are all very sweet puppos. This is Bubba, who was always the most robust of the group, but now failing vision and joint issues slow him down a bit.