July has been a rough month. Family problems have taken up a lot of my time. We lost a wonderful cousin. I have finally taken down the pet gates, but Daisy's crate us still in the dining room. I will eventually take it down. It is difficult. I miss her and will forever. Abby has been gone for a year and a half and it seems just like yesterday.
I found a puppy yesterday. I was driving down a country road and she was in the middle of the road. I stopped and she ran to the side under some weeds. I called her and held my hand down. She came out and was very submissive. She has the sadist eyes when she looked at me. It was like she was asking me not to hurt her. She is a black mouth cur mix. For those of you who don't know, that is a Texas dog. She was almost starved to death. Well she has made herself at home and sits in the utility room at the pet gate and constantly whines. She wants to cozy up to Missy, Duncan and Jock. They are old and having none of it. Duncan has never seen a puppy and is scared of her. Jock is very jealous and Missy just does not like her. Hopefully, my daughter is going to be able to take her. I hope so. I cannot rehome her. I don't trust people. And it will be a real ordeal to keep her, but I will. She is really cute and already at about 4-6 weeks bigger than Duncan. She will be around 60 pounds when grown. I am a sucker.
