Thursday, November 13, 2008


For the last year I have been from in love with my dog to frustrated to downright hating him. But over laying most of it was guilt about having a really good dog who with a little training would be a really wonderful dog...and just not having the time to train.

So when, after being alone for way too long, Bull killed 2 of my chickens, I had to make a decision. I had to find him a new home.

I sent an email to his sister's mommy. Her mommy told her friends, who told their friends and so on. I had almost 60 emails in two days of people interested in this beautiful dog.

Waiting for the first couple tonight, I sat on the swing with my arms wrapped aroung him and hoped that I was doing the right thing.

Then when they got to my home, and Bull fell in love, I felt better. Just like the kind of dog he is, Kellie sat down on the step, and Bull came and sat in front of her and laid his head on her shoulder.

Bulls new parents have horses and trail ride almost every weekend. Bull loves horses and because he is so loyal, I believe he will stay with them even when they go to the mountains.

They will let him bond good first though. I made a good decision even though it was hard. I can see him as an "old dog sleeping on the front porch...his ear just a twichin.." so the song goes.

Best Wishes Bull dog.

1 comment:

Patrice Farmer said...

Glad you can find him a good home. Sometimes those things happen. And a chicken-eater wouldn't do when you're trying to raise chickens...I hope you'll be okay.