Well, time is running out for Bunny the pit bull. We are about out of people to ask if they want her, and no one has answered the signs we put up. We don't know what to do with her. She is such a great dog. Bunny has continued to behave herself, but last night she put those huge jaws to work. Annie had left the tackroom door open, and there was a jar of molasses syrup (we mix it with Rusty's joint supplement so he'll eat it all) on the floor. Bunny chewed a hole in the metal lid and ate almost all the syrup. I guess she likes molasses. Bunny thinks she's a lap dog; she makes a pitiful watchdog since she is happy to see everybody who shows up at our house. Abby walks around people's cars and barks until we say it is okay, but Bunny just wags her little tail as hard as it will wag. She doesn't even bark! If you want a sweet, sweet, friendly pit bull, let us know. Bunny would love to find her forever home!
I took some more pictures of Peg and Jack the other day. It is fun to take their pictures, because they both seem to act up for the camera. They do like the spotlight, and I'm afraid Peg is quite vain. He knows he's unique, with his blue eyes and fancy color. Poco, on the other hand, is difficult to photograph because she has a dislike for the camera. She'll run from it and make ugly faces at it.
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