Even in the two short years that I have been a dog owner, I am fully convinced that my heart has grown an extra chamber for all of the love I have for dogs (sorry kitty cats, you have to work on that dander thing before I reconsider loving you). I officially have to change the channel when the ASPCA commercials come on and show pictures of all of the pitiful dogs in the world that need
I am getting to my point, I promise.
Meet Cooter Brown. He is not my dog, I actually do not know who he belongs to, but for the 4 days that I lived in a camper with my husband, he was our companion and I felt like he deserved a name.
Doesn't he look like a Cooter-Brown?
We came really close to bringing him home with us, he was so loyal and friendly, and honestly would make a great hunting dog, but Duece doesn't need the competition. I am just hoping that he finds his real family sometime soon. I may or may not have fed him, but I did really like him. It is probably a good thing that I am not going back to the camp for a few weeks, because if I had spent one more day with him hanging around looking all cute and lovey we might have become a two dog family and I just don't think my vacuum could handle that.