Since Tina and I moved in together, 40 something years ago, we've always had dogs. Maltese, to be specific. The first one, Bailey, got ran over, in our yard, in a freak accident. Sidney, the second one's health rapidly declined after Bailey got ran over. Tina thinks she was depressed. She died a few years ago. The third, Sadie, was a puppy, from one of our litters, that had something wrong with her brain and never really learned to walk. The vet told us to put her down, when she was just a few months old, but Tina wouldn't hear of it. She lived to be 9, and died within 2 months of Sidney.
The fourth dog, was again offspring of some of our other offspring. That's Riley, and we still have him, at 11 years old.
We took Riley to get his summer haircut, on Saturday.
They were having adoptions, from a local shelter, at that Petsmart.
Konnor and Tina both fell in love with a funky little "schnauzer mix".
I'm usually not a softie for stuff like this, but I find myself getting "softer" since Konnor was born.
We talked it over, Saturday night and went back to get Corbett, yesterday.
The fourth dog, was again offspring of some of our other offspring. That's Riley, and we still have him, at 11 years old.
We took Riley to get his summer haircut, on Saturday.
They were having adoptions, from a local shelter, at that Petsmart.
Konnor and Tina both fell in love with a funky little "schnauzer mix".
I'm usually not a softie for stuff like this, but I find myself getting "softer" since Konnor was born.
We talked it over, Saturday night and went back to get Corbett, yesterday.
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