When my dog, Tuff passed away I was lost. He played outfield on our 2 man and a dog baseball team for many late night baseball practices. We spent almost every waking moment together, we even rode horses together. After spending 14 years together, he had a great life and a peaceful passing.
after a few years I started searching for another companion. I no longer needed an outfielder. My son was grown, but my needs were much deeper. The search wasn't easy, and I became discouraged.
After years of searching I had given up. Then out of the clear blue sky I was blessed with my perfect companion.
He just gets me. He is perfectly trained and even knows sign language. He is teaching me stuff and google seems to know more about him than I do. By the way he understands FRENCH!
I will be taking photos of our journey and how I am conquering FRENCH because as of yet my French is awful!
Thank you for reading.
