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.