What tumbled out of the truck back seat later that night was 69 pounds of white fluff; a six month old, male Great Pyrenees. He was scared and unsure of where he was. Being born on a farm, in a chicken coop and having lived there for the past six months of his life, it's no wonder seven pairs of eyes staring at him was a little nerve wracking.
First things first, DOG, YOU NEED A BATH! So into the tub he scrub a dub dubbed! He still smelled like wet dog, but was a whole lot less muddy.
In the last few weeks we have managed to spend a small fortune on chewing toys, dog bones, dog biscuits, feed bowls, and dog food (who would have thought a puppy could eat so much food?) It's a good thing we have a freezer full of soup bones from the cow we purchased earlier this year!
But, when you see that smiling dog face and feel the wet, snotty kisses on your face, it's no wonder that all the preciouspeas at this farm have fallen in love with KEVIN. And now, it's official because he has his own name collar.