We kept Turbo while he recovered from being neutered, and then he went to the prison program
for dog training. When he got out, we kept him for a week or two until he found a permanent
home.
A nice portrait by Gail -- a good example of the blurring effect that
photographers call "Bokeh."
Sitting between my legs, looking up at me.
He finds a pillow that he likes in the bedroom.
Checking with Gail to see if pillow-sitting is OK.
When Gail was at work and I was on the computer, he slept
near my chair...
or next to me in Echo's bed.
Sometimes I took him and Echo for separate walks. He
learned to jump onto the table and look out the window
when I was outside with Echo. (I'll bet they didn't teach him
THAT in prison. Come to think of it, he probably learned it
from the cat, Shelby, who regularly watches me through
that window.)
Echo and Gail say goodbye on Turbo's last day with us.
He went to a big house with kids, a stay-at-home mom, a fenced yard,
and a rule against jumping on tables.