We have a roaming wolf in our neighborhood! One that Grampa Jonesy hasn't done away with yet! Ha! This is actually our neighbor's dog - Turkish. And yep - he's as big as a wolf - almost a small horse! He is such a nice dog though. We love him. We usually call him Turk or Turkey, and if we could find a saddle to fit him Brannen would have one great ride. The kids actually hitched him to a sled last year - didn't last long, but it was fun!
Turk is famous for lying in the middle of the road - just down our block. He never gets up when you drive down the road, either. He just lays there, looks knowingly at you as you drive around him, as if he is giving you permission to drive on his bed.
He came to visit us early one morning. We opened the back door for Jeffrey to catch his ride to school, and he had a frosty friend with him. I thought Turk sure looked funny with his frosty whiskers. And I'm so glad that Turkey is nice - or he'd chomp us all right up! We'd seriously not be able leave the house without proper gun protection - for fear of him. But thankfully he's a BIG 'ole softie! One fuzzy Turkey!
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I love Turk. Although, when you come to visit us, don't bring him...he's too big. (How do you like my "Get the Fullmer's to come visit us" campaign? Is it working yet??)
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