I'm reaching out to my friends in the blog world
for a little help.
I have a question.
What is this?
I KNOW it's a dog.
That's our dog Rosie.
But what kind of dog do you think she is?
About 9 years ago my daughter Bryn rescued Rosie.
That's all well and good,
but Bryn was living with us
so actually WE rescued Rosie.
We were going to keep her until Bryn moved out to college,
at which time Rosie would live with Bryn.
Yeah right !
You can guess how that went.
Bryn finished college,
and rescued another dog.
I guess Rosie is ours now.
What we know is the mother was a lab.
When she gets outside she is constantly sniffing the ground,
like furiously sniffing the ground.
Once in a while she'll stop, stare ahead
and lift her front leg as if to point.
She is a gentle soul who is always at the door
when we come home.
And she can spell.
Recently my wife looked at me and whispered,
"She wants to go for a W - A - L - K.
Rosie popped off her bed and came running over.
So, we got that going for us.