Conrad the 3rd

Just happen to think about a dog I used to have until someone stole him.
His name was Conrad, he was a fox rat terrier, white with black spots.

He was small but he thought he was a bulldog. He like beer and would sleep in bed with his head on the pillow. He always made me feel important and loved. Animals can do that for you just like children.

I would be sitting on the front porch drinking a beer and he would knock it over and drink it. Then he would go after bigger dogs then himself.

I miss that dog. He would ride in the van with me while I made deliveries. He had lots of personality.

By the way I named him Conrad after a bull my ex-husband number one and I owned. The bulls name was Conrad the 3rd a white charlet.