|Sandy loved living on the farm, sleeping in the sun in the pasture.|
|Sandy and Beau were such good pals.|
When Maggie Moo came to us the dogs became a true pack, a real herd, and their greatest joy each day was when Adam would say each morning, "Do any dogs want to go to work?!" They would run for the back door. All three would charge through the pasture gate. Sandy and Maggie would engage in bark wars over a stick. There was nothing so hopeful in this world as Sandy's face, hovered over a stick, longing for you to throw it.
In the evenings, the three amigos snoozed in the living room just like this: