This dog has definitely become a regular at our house. Every time I've been to check on things, pick out colors, or drop something off, this four-legged creature has been there to greet me. And he/she has been there keeping all the workers company, too.
Right after a fresh bath and groom - muzzle covered in red clay mud
Here he/she is in our house looking out the window at me...
He/she eats the treats the workers bring for him/her, lays in the sun right next to the bulldozers and track-hoes as they work, and makes himself/herself right at home. Cash and B seem to enjoy having the dog around, too.
Too bad Heath's already named it "Ratshot."
1 comment:
why is it a he/she? Can't you just look under there and see? Poor thing wants a gender.
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