Laying at my feet is a 60 lb. Bassett Hound. I went and took a look yesterday. Always a mistake. If you don't see them, they don't come home with you. This guy is so nice. Just a gentle fellow. His name is Flash. I think it fits in a wierd sort of way. He's a surprise for my husband who was supposed to be home tomorrow, but got re-routed by way of South Carolina. Think we can keep this a secret until next week-end?
Flash is a talker and may just end up spilling the beans himself. Isn't he a handsome boy?
Have a great evening.
From Glory Farm