sooooo...bonnie is the brindle girl, she has quite a large mammary tumour and gets a little bit nervous when i tell all the other saintly morons to please shut the hell up.
clyde is the big white guy...he is missing an entire ear (sooo, clyde, where did your ear go?) and he looks to have a bunch of weird scar tissue on his posterior part of both his lower legs..(soooo clyde...correct me if i am wrong, but did some idiot once long term hobble you?) and, oh....did i mention he is big???? like so big that when his open mouth came up to my face, i was pretty sure he was going to swallow my head whole. i do think however that his massive wet and friendly tongue would make a handy tool if we want to wash cars to raise money for saints. he gets out and out worried and skittish when my voice sounds the least bit firm. oops sorry, i was talking to them, not to you.
i am assuming within a day or two that i can say anything, any way that i want and they will just ignore me like everyone else.
fluke...hmmm...definitely not 16...more like a confused 11 who thinks he is 3. he was the most frightened intially but then someone threw his doornob switch and he got the zoomies. he has already slipped thru the mud cuz his feet are 11 and not 3 like he thinks. he also likes to hello hump, that might get his ass kicked if he tries it with cole. and i suspect fluke is a runner...everyone watch that tricky quick agile little beast anywhere near a gate.
nice dogs, great faces...welcome to saints new little buddies.
two of my handraised orphaned kittens from several years ago are coming back next week...apparently they have developed health and related behavioral problems. hmmm, they were 5 day old survivors, i always wondered if someday there would be a cost to them for this.