Dogs, I’m dog people…. have been since I was a kid. We have always had them as part of our family. I have shared life with so many special dogs.  The unconditional love and companionship they give me, well the words to express it seems to fall short…

I have 3 mutt kids now, one that is 16, Tebow the last of my dogs my husband and I had together… he’s an old man, cranky and groans alot sleeps more than anything. I have a bigger lab/bulldog mix, Jake,  that some horrible nasty human threw out in the woods here, he found his way to my porch, probably drawn by the sound of the pack I had then of 11 dogs. He was starved,  full of ticks and fleas, one eye swollen, but he is my mutts, I am his person, he’s 7 now and the protector of our acres. Then there’s Jetson, the new mutt he came out of the woods a chihuahua mix. He ran under my gate like there were hellhounds after him, fear infested and bones. Took 2 days for him to let me touch him but now he’s a velcro dog. The vet said he was about 1 yr or more old so 2 1/2 now.

I’m not sure if they are my emotional support mutts or I’m their emotional support person… both I guess, but im pretty sure god sent them to keep me company… dogs are mans best friends they say, I know this ole woman believes they are hers.