Palomo is my little brother. I can not call him my son. He is the last surviving of my Mom and Dad's rescue dogs. I told Dad they were my siblings, and I would not "find them homes" or separate them if he passed. They are my siblings. A promise kept.
Palomo is my little brother. I can not call him my son. He is the last surviving of my Mom and Dad's rescue dogs. I told Dad they were my siblings, and I would not "find them homes" or separate them if he passed. They are my siblings. A promise kept.