A few years ago I had the opportunity to watch three awesome dogs for a couple weeks during the summer. The house I got to stay at was pressed up against a canyon and the dogs would love to run back and forth between the back yard and the front yard chasing rabbits and enjoy to cooler night time air. On one night in particular, the dogs persisted in their barking a little longer than usual. Curious to see what was happening I walked outside to check up on the dogs.
Boxer
Like I mentioned, the family I was dog sitting for had three dogs, a Boxer, a Bichon, and a Yorkie. The Boxer was obviously the biggest of the bunch and she was the first one that I saw, here large frame and light fur was easily spotted in the dark evening air. The next one that I saw was the Bichon. His white coat made him easily seen despite his small stature. However, the smallest of the dogs, the Yorkie, was nowhere to be seen. I felt my heart sink into the bottom of my stomach as I turned around and ran back into the house – something had happened to the Yorkie.
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