Dog

It’s no secret that I’m hoping our family can adopt a dog sometime this year.  Usually, the first question people ask is, “What kind?”  Well, meet Dog.

He’s the canine that watches over the farm where Stoney and Dancer are staying.  I don’t have any particular breed in mind, but I’d like one like him: big, shaggy, friendly, gets along with everything from goats to chickens, cats to horses and people.  He offers a warning bark with a wag of his tail and lives life as a modified cross between a functional farm dog and a pet.  And he’s adopted.  That’s the kind of dog I’d like.