But after reading all the posts about your furry friends, I almost think I need to change mine to my golden doodle, Jethro. He's black (coloring from his black poodle father), and 70 pounds of "baby". He truly thinks he is a lap dog! He was my husband's dream dog, but somehow has become MY dog. Where ever I am, there you will find Jethro. I guess when I'm gone overnight, he spends the majority of his time on the couch, looking out the window, waiting for me to come home. As someone else said....unconditional love!
Edited to add:
Here's a picture of Jethro, along with our true rescue cat, Abby. She was found by my kids in the woods near our house as a tiny kitten. The vet guessed about 5 weeks old at the time. She was all alone, and the temps that DAY were below zero. She never would have survived alone in that cold.
