I am running a bit late this morning, so just a quicky and I will blog more from the car later on in the day…again, I do not text and drive…I only blog and drive (not really).
I have brought up “The Doberman” that lives with me a few times. On this blog I have brought him up specifically in Hannibal the Doberman and Trapped On High. High time I posted a picture of him here. Again, he is a rescue. I am not even completely certain as to how old he is. His owner died in November of 2009 and at the time I was told Hanny was around eight or nine.
Now, we are thirteen months into his residence here. Making him nine or ten…truth is, I suspect he is closer to eleven or twelve. He has some swelling going on, and very little energy left. His burst of energy is usually expelled trying to go out in the snow and jump over the white stuff to do his business. He would be happier in Florida I imagine.
I have started…just started…a new story set called Dennis and Polly. The doberman is, obviously, Polly’s inspiration in look and attitude.
He will not be around these parts much longer, I fear. Second dog I have ever had and this was completely unplanned…but I do enjoy him most of the time. For the record, his original owner erred…this dog is no Hannibal…he’s Hanny.