I make it no secret that I am not really a dog person. I love cats. I love cows. I like my little, short dog. Really, I do like him & am grateful for him and he makes our lives better – but “Love” is not the word. I think I am the only person I know that doesn’t love dogs. I want to love dogs. I feel like a jerk for not loving dogs. But, I still just don’t love them. Sorry.
If you want to read more about my unaffection toward canines go here and here.
I guess I’m a cat person.
I have a special specimen of dog.
He is some variety of basset-mix. We adopted him from Basset Rescue. He is a sweetie (for a dog) and does a great job of keeping the coyotes away from our chickens.
He has a 12 inch face and 6 inch legs.
and his eyes always look like they are about to pop out of his head….
Which makes him pretty unfortunate looking.
DH and the kids adore our short dog.
We call him “short dog” all the time.
Because, he’s short.
Poor short dog.
By the way, this is the ‘shortest’ post I’ve ever written.
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