A few years ago on my way home from grocery shopping my hands had a mind of their own. They spun my steering wheel a sharp left and I ended up at the local animal shelter. I found myself walking in, unaware of what I was doing there, then there she was, sad, pitiful, beautiful. I was given permission to walk her so I took the leash and we sat, we chatted..... okay I chatted she sat soaking in the sun loving her belly rubs.Then and there I should of known, known the impact this little extra mouth to feed would cause. Two little boys were soon to live and breath her, love her, make her the missing puzzle piece they`ve wanted for so long. I pick Nick and the boys up to come see her, sure enough boys are instantly in love. I love that her breeds are said to be great running partners no more running nights alone for me....yes! We hug her, sign her papers, name of Butch is rejected, name of Faranina is given by two wiggly boys. We drive home. Almost two years later here I am typing away with the beast sitting at my feet....all 65 lbs of her noisily gnawing on her bone. She's the worst running partner, has issues with some her glands which is disgusting! We swear she has doggie ADD and I wanted to hug her last night she got all happy jumped up and scratched my face, has really poor manners but they, they love her and she would die for them. I give her a hard time but I am crazy about this beast, beast who plays tag with my children, lays and cuddles with "her" boys, and eats up all and any affection directed her way. Nina your the biggest pain in my rump but I love you,we all do.
