Yesterday my 12-yr.old son, his friend, and I went to a nearby town (an hour away) to visit a dog I had re-homed a few years ago. Well, the family has 5 dogs (including the one they got from me), and they had a stray turn up at their house late summer when the fair pulled out of town-----they think he was a "carni-pup". They got him neutered and shots, but can't keep him and are trying to find him a new home. They believe he is poss. a pit-mix, and has the coloration of a rottie-----just a very cute med.-sized dog. He is so nice, and the 2 boys spent most of the time there playing with him. Oh, how I wanted to take him home with me!! I must be insane! I have 4 dogs---2 large, 1 med., and 1 tiny. Three of the four are indoor dogs, and our shepherd is outdoors. Why on earth would I even CONSIDER bringing that dog home-------we also have 4 indoor cats, and a macaw and a lizard! My Hubby would KILL me, but I can't stop thinking about the dog. Why is it that some dogs just touch a special place in our heart, and we can't forget them? Oh, well-----I hope he gets a great home.
Here are some pics. of him:
Here are some pics. of him:


