We have had four fabulous Newfoundlands. Our first came from the rescue group when Sarah was in Kindergarten. Nick was an old man when he came to be our Lion King. Then came Jack, our most protective guy, who loved riding with Wally in the pickup. He'd go anywhere, anytime, and even rode down to the corner in the UPS truck. That poor driver had to turn around and bring him back to us. Gus was the next boy that had to be taught how to go up and down stairs and crawl out from under chairs when he was stuck. Now BooBoo is my boy who shares his food with any wild animal that happens to visit the back yard. He'll bark at the trains that rumble down the tracks and really dislikes the lawn mower. But he is the biggest baby of them all.
RooRoo is my kitty that was born with two broken legs. When she was a kitten she moved like a kangaroo. One beautiful blue eye and one green watch for strangers. She only goes out when I garden and then comes right back inside. She is friendly with me, and hides whenever anyone else is near.
Yuna was rescued from my mom's because the mother wasn't taking good enough care of her. Her eyes are both blue, unusual for a plain, old farm cat.
And then there's Buster, Sarah's dog. I think that makes him my 'granddog'! Rescued from a last chance shelter. He is ONE LUCKY DOG! Spoiled is the best word to describe him!
Thanks to Brambleberry Cottage for hosting the 14 Days of February.