Some of you might recall that back in June we had to have our dog Buddy put down. He was 15, and he was so sick there was nothing to be done. Buddy was Dad's dog, and he's been depressed ever since. We've got three other dogs and six cats, but none of them are 'his' if you get what I mean. He'd rescued Buddy as a puppy, and they were inseperable.
One of our local rescue organizations got this little guy (twice, actually - they placed him in a home and it didn't work out - the kids accidentally dropped him and he tore a ligament and fractured a bone, he's got pins in one hind leg and a cool scar to show the girls). I happen to dog sit for a woman on the board, and mentioned Tractor (that's his name - he came with it) to my mother. One thing led to another, and here we are. I brought him home last night, and he and Dad have bonded. Tractor is a Jack Russell/something mix.