Mine is smaller then yours

So the other day Ildi calls Andreea and asks if we would like to adopt a dog … one of those small dogs that look up to pinchers. I said no … those are not dogs … and we really don’t need a 3rd dog … and that was that. Then we went over to Ildi and Levente to pick up a few things and there is this … overgrown mouse … and Andreea picks it up … and looks at me, and then everyone else looks at me … and I say … wha the heck. Now we have two dogs and one not dog … meet Ricky:

She’s already a “big dog” … 3 or 4 months old … and she aint going to get much bigger πŸ™‚

Ricky is a lucky dog here in Romania. Romanian villagers shudder at the thought of sterilzing or castrating dogs. So lots of puppies are born … too many puppies. What to do? Drown the extra puppies and keep the ones you want. I kid you not. Well Ricky wasn’t drowned (I told you she was lucky). She was raised for a few months (from the looks of her, in very poor conditions) and seems to have been dumped in the middle of a field. A sheperd found her and brought her to Ildi and Levente … and now she resides with us here at Bhudeva. Loui has taken a liking to her, Indy is jealous .. and Ricky seems to feel at home πŸ™‚ Now we just need a huge saint-bernard that we can call Martin πŸ™‚

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