Our dog Ace.

I was asked to do a post about our dog Ace.  He is what we call a "West Virginia brown dog" and he came to us as a stray, a 6-week old stray.  One cold and dreary November day we were outside and kept hearing a pitiful whimpering cry. We are surrounded by woods and the sound appeared to be coming from the wooded hillside below the county road, which is the hillside across from our house.  We set off on a walk with our Italian Spinone, Moose, to see what we could find.  After a few minutes of hiking, Moose all of a sudden stuck his head down in a 2-foot-deep hole.  We looked down in the hole and saw a pitful and tiny brown puppy.  The hole was basically an undergound ditch where water had run out of a culvert on the road and had eroded down and around tree roots.  The little puppy was soaked and covered with ticks.  We scooped him up and brought him home.  Don came up with his full name...Ace in the Hole.  Ace turned 10 this past October.

 Ace in pictures:

Ace on Jan 3, 2014