We live in the country, eight miles from town which is to say eight miles to the grocery store. While we don’t have a truck or a gun, we have acreage. And now, we have a dog. Meet Ginger Rogers. She is a rescue dog that we adopted from the Alachua County Animal Shelter. We got her just in time; she was to be destroyed tomorrow.
She is learning her new name. She is crate trained. she has keen hearing and if we let her off the leash, she’d be swiftly off in to the brush, chasing after everything. She is obviously a hound given her careful inspection of every part of the house, every scent in her surroundings.
And my son is in love. His first dog. He is nervous about doing everything right, of anticipating her needs. He is proud of her. And he is obviously enamored by her sweet smile and eager affection for him.