I can post a picture later. I don't have any pictures of them on my iPad.
Let me tell you a story.
It started long ago. A rescue dog, named Byron. He was an unknown breed, a mix. He belonged to my family. He was almost entirely black, buth only his tummy white. He lived about 15 years, but he could go on no longer, and he passed away. I was so upset when it happened, but eventually got over it. But Roxy, my other dog, didn't.
Roxy was another cross, taken in when she was about 6 months. She was an abused puppy, and was rescued by a relative, who then gave her to us. She is still alive now.
After Byron's death, Roxy was confused, sad. She, unlike us, didn't understand he was dead, where he had went. (Now I am making myself sad. Why must I do this?) It was getting pretty bad, so that was when we bought another dog.
He was about 1.5 years old, named Spike. He was a lurched, and he was SO. ADORABLE. SO. ADORABLE. When we bought him, he just so happened to love my mum the most. When she went to work or to the pub, he would leap up onto a chair next to a window, looking through, hoping she would be home soon. He would bark. He would bark again. He doesn't do that, now, though.
Then, we have my grandparent's dogs. But, this post is getting a little long, so I won't describe them.
[DOUBLEPOST=1418413249][/DOUBLEPOST]Right, moved over to my phone. Have some pictures.
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Wait! This one works! Hooray!