a tale of tails, tenacity, and tedium, as told by me, usually barefoot and bellowing
Showing posts with label number 18 of the rescued dogs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label number 18 of the rescued dogs. Show all posts

Thursday, October 31, 2013

Two Shoes In Texas...Six Sentences

I can't imagine the fear that possessed this little dog when she was removed from her owner's home where she had always lived.  Almost one hundred dogs were rescued because the owner's health was not good. The dogs had been well cared for and loved.
Lizzy is a quiet dog and very easy to love.  She had accepted all of us and as tiny as she is, Lizzy thinks she's a farm dog and coaches on the side line.
Being a Jack Parsons Russel/Cairn Terrier mix Lizzy is no longer scared and has proven to be a loving companion, a watchful dog and just a tad spoiled.  

For Six Sentences with Two Shoes in Texas.  The key word is scared.  Thanks for the fun.

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

An Evening With Lizzy....

She is my last rescue...yep, I'm sticking to my guns.
After supper she lounged on the couch.
After a treat and a good brushing
she lounged on the couch.
Poor mistreated Lizzy
My  last throw-away dog.
Notice the empty crate that is her bedroom.
Do you see her sleeping there?
Spoiled rotten she is
but very deserving of her spoiling.

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Labeled Number Eighteen...

 and they called her Lizzy.
We stopped by White River on the way home.

Vaccinated, spayed, wormed, declared healthy.
Too leggy for a Cairn but has the heart of one.
Please welcome Lizzy to the farm team,
right now she's cuddling on my lap.

Boy, am I a softy!
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