My aunt, uncle and cousins live on a busy dirt road that serves as a cut through from one busy highway to another. One day, while visiting, we saw the cutest little fur ball walk up on their back porch and lay down for a nap. He had been dumped a few days before and was all tuckered out from his recent adventures. I walked outside with a bowl of water for him, but I couldn't resist the urge to grab him up and cuddle him in my arms. It was love at first sight. His coat was a very thick orange-brown, and his paws were birght white. He looked like a little Eskimo who had been playing in the snow, so the name stuck. Eskimo is now my quite handsome, freckle-faced son who has captured not only my more-than-willing heart but my husband's as well. Wherever Daddy goes, he goes. Truck rides and fishing trips on the boat are his favorite. He is the best guard dog ever, and my husband and I joke about him always being "on duty". When I go out to spend time with his sister, a 300lb wild Russian sow named Penny (she's my first child), he sits by the fence, perched on his haunches and cautiously scans the yard for any danger. It makes my heart melt when I watch him. He has some of the best puppy-dog-eyes expressions that I have ever seen, and shows more feeling than any other dog I have ever had. I love him dearly, and we consider ourselves blessed to have found him abandoned on that dirt road.

Bridgette
Pamplico, SC