My father, "Poppy", took in a shepherd mix that the neighbors had discarded after purchasing a basset hound. They turned out this beautiful dog to fin for herself. She was starving when Poppy took her in. She was well behaived, very polite and so loving. He called her Friendly for obvious reasons. A few days later my dear Poppy died. After the funeral I decided to bring Friendly home to SC with me. It was kinda like bringing a part of Poppy home with me and saving Friendly all at the same time. Almost every time I look into those hugh beautiful brown eyes of hers, I feel the love of my Poppy. GRHS. R
Love comes from the most unsuspecting places. R
Love comes from the most unsuspecting places. R
