Our dog went to live with my daughter and like a mother with a child in school I’ve thought of him all day!

A rescue dog .He bore the scars of his time in the world. Thank you Lord that he was brought to the shelter.

They suspicion he was turned loose when his”owners” moved. Their loss was our gain!

Thank  you that they patched him up instead of putting him down.

We named him Van Gogh because one ear was so damaged it flops instead of perks.

I miss the dog . My husband is grieving. It gives me respect for him because he tries to be so tough all the time.

My hubby thinks he will be back. I’m grateful for the love he brought to the family.

I wonder what he’s doing now?