Mrs. Ipsa and the kids left today for two weeks of being spoiled by the grandparents.
I'm lonely. So very, very lonely. I need a lot of love, yet I have a lot of love to give. So I went looking for love on the Internet. This is what I found:
He's only 2 months old. Of course he is a German Wirehaired Pointer, AKA the greatest dogs on earth. He's a rescue dog, that's why he's behind bars. I put in an adoption request and I'm waiting to hear something back. When you get a pure bread GWP rescue dog they generally don't hunt, which is why they got the boot in the first place. In the old days they put down pups that didn't show prey drive. While a non hunter isn't ideal for me, neither is shelling out the cash for the bloodline I want. Somebody has to poop all over the back yard and I hate not having a dog.
The little guy found a home. So I'm back to surf'n the web look'n for a friend.