I would have posted these together, but I could only do one picture at a time.

Since the death of my boy Rosco, we moved from the land of Granholm to the land of Sanford.

After moving to SC we purchased a house (and yes, after the bubble popped) on 2 acres of land surrounded by woods.  Again, my wife wanted protection while I was away on the road.  This time, I came home to twins.  Cambria and Zahara.  Both yellow lab / Chow mixes.  She says they were the last two of a litter to go.  Cambria turned out to be mean and we couldn\’t keep her for fear of our children.  A neighbor took her and she is living a wonderful life.

Zahara was the complete opposite from her sister.  Her only quirk is that when she wants out, she wants out.  After two broken windows we finally put in a doggy door for her.  She only leaves our yard to visit her sister.  She is a great dog that is wonderful with the kids and was very easy to train.  She is an odd girl that loves to have fun.

Then, while at a store, my found seen an ad for a free dog.  Sargent Puppy is now a member of our family.  He is Boston Bull Terrier / Pug mix.  I hear they call this mix Bug.  He is another one with a very odd personality but a very good dog.

Zahara and Sarg hit it off right away and are the best of friends, as seen in the picture.

Thank you Mark for all you do and for allowing me to share my stories.

Chip from SC

As a truck driver, my wife wanted a man around the house for protection. So she went to our local country run pound and found her man.

Rosco was a 3 year old American Rot and still had his tail. When she told me about him, the first thing I said was that if he didn’t let me in the house, he was history.

From the first day I met him, he became my dog. He was the best friend a guy could ask for. He was as gentle as a cat. We figure he was professionally trained since he was very very obedient. He followed me everywhere.

When our cat had her kittens, he was their toy once they were old enough to run around on their own. And the way he played with them, you could have sworn he was just an overgrown kitten himself.

5 years later he ended up with bloat and that took him away from me. He will always be my best friend and is remembered everyday.

The picture I added with this post is of him in his chair. When we tried to toss the old raggedy chair out, he became depressed until we brought back in the house and put it in the living room with us.

I miss you Rosco.

Chip from SC