The Dog with no name... I was living in the Santa Cruz Mountains along Highway 17 near the summit, one day when I came home from work my neighbors wife came out to tell me there was an injured dog and she had no car to take it to the vet. I went around and looked at it, it had been hit and dragged till one flank looked like raw hamburger but no broken bones. So into the back of my GMC Jimmy it went and off to the nearest vet. This was a large german shepard and I had never seen it before around.
I have been ruminating this past month since I adopted my first cavy shortly after Christmas 2011. I have had or been around pets all my life my parents had a standard dachshund when I was born, I don't rember much about it till I was a little older probably because I was told the dog would snarl and snap when I was in my floor crawling stage. I was informed by my mother years later part of that was because I would trade my zwieback toast for her milkbones! Sometime around when I was 4 they breed