Thank you, all, for the kind responses to my thread last week about losing my young, beloved dog boy suddenly. Your thread posts and PMs were of great comfort, the Dope has a big heart.
And, as these things always seem to go for me . . . a pup in need sprang up and we adopted a 10-week old pitbull puppy rescued from a backyard breeder who was selling the pups as fighting dogs/fighting dog bait. The rescue organization labeled him an “American Staffordshire Terrier” (code word for pitbull :rolleyes:).
His name is Baxter Rowdy and he’s one of the cutest dogs I’ve ever seen. He’s a velvety black-chocolate with four white feet and a star on his chest. He and our young lab are connected at the hip and Baxter has already learned to sit and stay (for about 30 seconds, a laudable achievement for a lil’ one).
I’ll post a pic when my 106-year-old BlackBerry decides to upload a photo.