
That's some little dog, there on the right. Not a BIG cockapoo, like me.
Building a bridge between the human and canine worlds.
My mom e-mailed me. Maybe it clears it up. I included her e-mail, unedited. You can decide for yourselves.


"Rags, a 17-pound cockapoo, a cross between a cocker spaniel and a poodle, who belongs to Donna and Martin Seim, went missing the morning of Oct. 24 after the 2-year-old pup ran out of his Middle Road home to chase deer. . .
"At long last, Sunday morning a man was walking his dog near the landfill when a small, scared-looking dog ran out of the woods and whimpered. The man knew it was Rags right away, the Seims said, and called them to let them know his whereabouts."
I think I've learned my lesson. I'm not running off after any more squirrels unless I'm safely on my leash. Just glad to hear Rags is OK (kind of a dopey name, though, 'Rags.' Not a cool name like 'Tommy.'
Cherokee, my mom, e-mailed me pictures of the new puppies, my new half brothers and sisters. Mom and dad, that is Cherokee and Milktoast, down there on Autumm View Farm, are very proud.