When I was a tiny puppy, Aunt Lidna gave me a medal with his picture on it to wear with my other tags. I wore out the hole where it fit on my collar, so the thumb-havers had to glue it to the back of another tag to keep it on me! This morning The Typist made me sit so she could look at it, and it's gone. It must've fallen off in the yard somewhere. That's okay, though. St. Francis and I are tight, so it doesn't matter where the medal is.The Typist sometimes mentions getting me and The Boy blessed, but when we go to church we mainly just get petted. That's okay, too. The Typist says we're pretty well blessed all the time, anyway.
3 comments:
You are such a cool dog! I always had dobermans before I switched to cats. Cats are convenient, but not nearly as beautiful.
My best buddy was Saavik. She was a gorgeous black doberman and we were pals for 14 years.
Of course, I should mention, I know you are evidently a german shepard, but your coloring made me think of my dog.
heh. heh.
Thanks for coming by! I like your blog, too!
I know what you mean about the coloring reminder. When I appeared on the scene, my thumb-havers thought I was part Rottweiler because of my coloring, and the fact that pretty much all puppies are the same shape for the first couple of months. Then my ears and tail began to bloom. We're pretty sure I'm at least half German Shepherd, but as far as I can remember, my biological mother was a shrubbery in an apartment complex. Which definitely doesn't match up.
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