Such a great story!
And amazing, isn’t it, how good dogs, know really good people when they meet them?
May God continue to bless you and yours, (two and four footed, AND footless ;)
Tatt
Thank you!
Sometimes I wonder though...what if the Dobes and the AmStaff had eaten him, instead?
That would’ve been ~really~ hard to explain to the cops...LOL
The Footless Ones are currently annoyed with me.
When I went to clean their homes, I was greeted with bright little eyes and flicking tongues, all of them expecting supper.
Instead, they were systematically slung around my shoulders and carried about as their bedding and water was refreshed.
Last I saw of them, they were slithering about with attitudes galore and glaring at me through snakey, narrowed eyes.
Ah well.
Tonight they’ll get their mousicles and all will be forgiven.
Maybe...
;]
“And amazing, isn’t it, how good dogs, know really good people when they meet them?”
I must have darkness in my soul, according to some dogs...they regard me as a useful scratching machine but are otherwise standoffish.
On the other hand, I can talk a feral cat out of a tree. Go figure.
I practice tiger kung fu...if dogs are disdainful I like to tell myself it’s because I smell like a cat, not a rat ;^)