Rainy weekend

The pain of losing my new puppy Buckshot reminds me of how bad it hurts to lose something you love. My heart has been broken for two days, and I suspect the pain will last for months, maybe even years.

Buckshot came to the house looking for someone to love him. All he wanted was for someone to play with him and love him. He did not suffer and passed away within just a few seconds after being ran over.

The person who said it was better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved, was an idiot. The pain builds up over the years. Sorrow, pain and regret fills our memories, or at least mine anyway. […]

boogie2988 makes another great video about his life, and the struggle with his weight.

I have to admire boogie2988 for his honesty and the humor in his videos. […]

A couple of weeks ago I picked up two puppies someone had dropped off on the side of the road. My wife and I live in a rural area which means people can drop off unwanted pets with a low risk of being spotted.

The puppies were living in a hollow log on the side of the road. After feeding them for around a week I was able to get close enough to grab them. When I picked them up they did not growl, bark or try to bite me. Just to be on the safe side I wore leather gloves.

Everything was going good until this morning. My wife got up before I did, she looked out the backdoor and saw the puppies under the chicken house. The chicken house is up on legs, screened bottom with hardware cloth and plywood sides. The chicken house was designed to be predator proof. We have a chicken yard, but the gates are left open so the hens can free range.

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