This bulldog is known as Max. He owns my aunt, Elenor and my uncle, Andrew. He is two years old and as cute and cuddly as he can be. I laugh when he walks. He’s duck-footed; flippin’ and flappin’ as he’s happily walkin’ down the road.
This little darling is Lacy. She is a miniature schnauzer. She owns my cousin, Donnetta. She’s precious, as you can clearly see. I love the silvery color and she is silky-soft. Her eyes are not blue … just a poor attempt at removing the red-eye created by the flash.
This is my dog, Samson. He’s a ditch-dog … because I found him in the ditch on 9 December 2003; also because he’s got too many DNA combinations to identify. He’d laid there for a few days after being hit by a car and was numb from being in cold water. It was one of the coldest winters I recall. When I realized he was alive, I had someone put him in my Blazer and took him to the hospital, where he spent three days. We’ve been best friends since that day.
Samson is the cutest combination of DNA that I’ve seen in awhile! I don’t know how anyone could leave him stranded in a ditch. Good for you for giving him a home. I bet he’s smart as a tack, too. Give me a mixed breed any day. (although, we do have a rat terrier who is quite smart.)
Thank you Toni! He sometimes surprises me with how smart he is. And sometimes he’s too smart and I can’t fool him into doing things, such as go into the house because I’m leaving.