Eight years ago, I moved into my Family Care Home (my own suite inside my caregiver’s home, where she lives with her husband and two sons).
The front door of my suite opens into the backyard where their German Shepherd/Blue Heeler lived. Paco was a healthy adult in his prime, full of confidence and energy.
He had belonged to my caregiver’s son, but when the son moved to a place that didn’t allow dogs, Paco was left behind. He had spent most of his life outdoors in the spacious backyard with a small room for shelter.Read more on themighty.com