So do you want the good news, or the bad news? I guess we'll start things out with the bad news first. We had to put Frank the Dog down right before Christmas. Franky was a lucky dog. The Cowgirl found him abandoned in Mississippi right before Hurricane Katrina. He was starving, had about 40 giant ticks, lime disease, heart worms, and the vet down there told her to put him down immediately. She thought we could nurse Frank back to health, and she was right. (Expensive, but right.) I always looked at every day as a bonus day for Frank. He lived almost 5 years after that first vet said he was a goner. We're going to miss you buddy.
So that left our other dog Gerty by herself. We could tell that she was pretty lonely. She started digging out of the gate, something the Gert never did before. So we decided she needed a pal.
And that brings us to the good news. We went to the King County Animal Shelter and looked at the dogs up for adoption. We took it as a sign that there happened to be one dog that was a Catahoula breed. The same as Frank. It's not a very common breed up here in Washington, so we figured this was the one. She is a little younger than we wanted (10 months) but she seemed to get along great with Gerty.
So here's the new mutt: we call her LuLu
See you next time.
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