Jenbo

They're beautiful.

He's adorable!

Oh no! Godspeed, sweet Trevor double heart. You are loved.

Godspeed little JenJen.

Oh Tosca, we love you so much. Godspeed, sweet baby.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry. Godspeed Rocket.

Godspeed Calvin the Glitter King.

Sir Snowy

Taylor

Sending lots of love, Kerry, The Wizard is a special soul and I'm sure you'll see him again. If not him in the fur, his beautiful cheeky soul.

Welcome!

She's lovely! Curious and clever = constant entertainment

What a beautiful soul. Godspeed Max

Godspeed, sweet Potato

Saint's grandpa is Myak's sire. He's HUGE. All 92 lbs of him.

Could you tell us about Saint? He ran in Florida and retired around March 2017 and he turned 3 on October 1 or 2.

Oh no! I'm so sorry. Godspeed, Joe.

Oh no, Judy, I am so sorry. Godspeed, Joey

Guess who weighs 90lbs and isn't supposed to be on the bed? And guess who was lying next to me when I woke up?

Hi, sorry, I forgot to measure him last night I will try to remember tonight. We have hardwood downstairs with a throw rug here and there. He's been with us since the beginning of July and has only now just scared himself that he's unwilling to walk from the living room through the kitchen to the back door for a walk. He's done the Scooby scramble where his feet are moving but he's not getting anywhere. We've been careful to walk him leashed and add a throw run for the short trip and he does just fine. I always move the rug back to the living room so imagine my surprise when I heard his big flappy feet on the kitchen floor. He'd managed to open the pocket door, let himself into the kitchen and then was scared to walk back to the living room. I got up, moved the area rug and helped him back to the living room and made sure to shut the pocket door firmly enough that he coudln't get his nose in there to wiggle it open. Myka seems less like she's just tolerating him and more like she's happy to play with him more often.

I'll see if we can measure him when I get home. We were out of town overnight and as far as we know, he was agoodboy while we were gone.

Guess who nosed open the kitchen pocket door and helped himself to the rest of the dog food?

A few days after he arrived, he stretched out and then stood on his hind legs and put his paws on top of the doorframe. That's our kitchen counter in the 4th picture.