What this country needs is a bunch more good dogs. Take the Boy Dog for instance. We have no idea how old he is or what his life was like before we salvaged him from the Williamson County Shelter. What we do know is that he has a GREAT life now, and he is GREAT dog. A very amenable companion for Jody and a talker! He talks! And we answer. He is afraid of thunder and lightning (which might account for why he was in a shelter), he does not beg food from the table (patience is a virtue and well rewarded in this house), and he is tolerant. We are not a household that includes small humans, but when there are small humans in the vicinity, he is tolerant of them and causes no harm. He is a very good Boy Dog. And he does not like to have his picture taken, he does not like to go in the bathrooms (he will do it in a storm because those are the darkest places and the places furthest away from windows and outside noises) and he practices selective hearing when Jody is trying to get him to do something. He WILL eat anything he finds handy, from chicken poop to something dead in the yard, and it is not important HOW LONG it has been dead or how badly it might smell to you, he will eat it anyway. He can wake us up at night with the sounds his stomach can make (quite often after he has eaten something dead) and no amount of pepto bismol pills will stop that noise. He is a master farter, and it will make your eyes burn. He is a leaner, he will just as soon lean up against you to be petted as to go for a walk. If it was a toss up to getting petted and eating something dead in the yard, I am not sure which one would win out. He loves to go for a ride in the truck with Jody, who provides a step stool for both ingress and egress. He is old, just like both of us, and would not change a thing about him.Deeds, Actions, Changes, BOY DOGS, Kindnesses, Whirled Peas, FUN!
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