Someone dumped this little guy at Hart Park, the base of my hill run. The Sheriff's deputies at the firing range (which is why the first hill is called Pistol) found him and he was super scared.
He's done OK at my house. Except my other rescue dog, Smokey, keeps trying to kill him. Then I gave him a bath and he really freaked out.
Anyway, he's probably a year old, total mix, very very friendly and needs to be fixed.
He'd make a great house doggy!!! And I MUST find him a home!
A Californian photographer was passing by as I was trying to get the little fellow in my truck and snapped this picture.
AWWW!
We called him Rowdy because he would hide and then bark at me. But he's not really very rowdy at all. Now I'm just calling him Buddy.


Across the flats at the top of the bluffs. I'm actually carrying water on this run, though I used it mainly for the doggies.




