Happy
Super Anarchist
I just had a nice cuddle with Sheba the wonder dog.
She's 10, getting old for a big dog. Her dad was a purebred Ridgeback (who managed to jump a five-foot fence to plant the seed), mum was a Malinois/Rotty cross. The best bravest smartest hound I've ever lived with. Amazing nose.
We live out in the bush and she's protected her turf from many snakes and the occasional feral pig.
After our previous Ridgeback died, I didn't want another dog, for a while anyway. My wife quietly arranged a visit from Sheba the rescue puppy, a confident and smart baby dog.
"Oh by the way, she's not actually Linda's dog, she's getting put down next week."
Lucky dog, lucky us.....
She's 10, getting old for a big dog. Her dad was a purebred Ridgeback (who managed to jump a five-foot fence to plant the seed), mum was a Malinois/Rotty cross. The best bravest smartest hound I've ever lived with. Amazing nose.
We live out in the bush and she's protected her turf from many snakes and the occasional feral pig.
After our previous Ridgeback died, I didn't want another dog, for a while anyway. My wife quietly arranged a visit from Sheba the rescue puppy, a confident and smart baby dog.
"Oh by the way, she's not actually Linda's dog, she's getting put down next week."
Lucky dog, lucky us.....