Bad news first. Freckles died. She was hit by a car. We live out in the boonies anyway, and the girls aren't on leashes. And she wasn't the sharpest canine known to man, but we're all going to miss the little heiney. She was only two.
Looked like a cross between a jack russell and a blue heeler. Marked like the terrier; built like the heeler. I actually breathed life back into her when she was only a few hours old. Her mama had her underneath the house, and she was freezing. I gave her mouth to nose resuscitation. It was quite a sight. We'll miss her. I've already planned on getting a puppy sometime this Spring. A male shepard. On a leash.
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