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We have a community dog. He belongs to us in the respect that we pay for his flea/heartguard meds, and we adopted him from the animal shelter. But, he is fed by about three or four different folks. He has been known to spend the night in the homes of people who live down the road from us. But, he is my kids love. So when Sheldon is around, love fest happens.
And then he comes back for more love from momma. Momma is his favorite. Well, momma is everyone’s favorite. (Is it weird that I am talking about myself in third person and calling myself momma?)
We have had so much rain this year that the fields have been free from being planted and a bit water log. This is appealing to dear old Sheldon.
Looks like it is interesting to Doc, our other dog, too. Doc is not a community dog. Even though I pray every night that he would be.
Oh, and then little sister thinks she needs to participate in the fun out in the field.
And soon they are way too far away from the house and way too close to the fence row that separates the fields. But, Boo has no leash to drag Sheldon back. No leash=Sheldon not coming.
Lucky mom was there to make Princess traipse back into the muddy field with the leash.
And then the long journey home began.
And I am sure when we let him out to relieve himself, he was gone again. Off to find someone’s scraps since he is way too snobby to eat real dog food.
Until he returns for the love fest that takes place between a boy and his dog.