On December 6 four years ago, on a night when it was 16 degrees below zero, a friend and her boys showed up on our front porch with a little bundle of fur in a basket. The little puppy was shaking so hard from the cold and crying and whining from being taken from his mama.
Just a couple months earlier we had to give up our little dog and neither one of us could even think about it without crying. My friend felt so sorry for us that she brought us this little guy and when I saw him I just broke out in tears. I didn't want to go through that again but I couldn't not take him.
The first picture is Leonard at his shop holding him shortly after we got him, the second picture is a trick taught he himself to make us laugh - a rawhide ring turned upside down on his nose. And then the last picture is when he was a tiny bit older - Mr. Smartypants.
Now I have no idea how we could get by without him. Diane