My Brother from another Mother

You can see there is an addition of a memorial photo to the right. I thought I'd give you a little background about this fella who lived here before me. Mom and Dad got married in June of 1990. In May of the following year, Dad was in the fields near our house 'cause he used to be a farmer and there he was, the guy who affectionately came to be known as "Grits" or Gritter or the Gritsmeister. Mom told me that he was very hungry and she thought he didn't have many days left at the rate he was going. Being a Sunday and we live in a small town where there were no grocery stores open, they scrounged around and gave him some milk and a couple hot dogs. They found an old rope and fashioned a collar and tied him outside, then went to the closest convenience store to buy some dog food. When they returned, Grits was not where they had left him in the yard but was pressed tightly against the back door. Mom figured he knew a good thing when he saw it. For a couple days they asked around to see if anybody was looking for him and nobody ever showed up. Of course all this time he was being treated royally and being asked "Are you gonna be a good dog?" The deal was sealed and he was taken to the vet for a checkup and the normal shots. They estimated him to be about 6 months old and thought he was a mix of Australian Cattle Dog and Travelin' Man. (Never heard of that breed but Mom says I don't need to either). Oh and he had to go back real soon after that for the same thing I had to go for. I can't remember much except I took a nap there that day and then my undercarriage was a little sore the next day. Well, long story short-Mom and Dad came to know all about Australian Cattle Dogs and learned to love Gritter-and he loved and protected them. He loved to hunt groundhogs too and used to chase and bite the tractor tires when Dad was workin' the fields. He had a few "issues" and Mom really wishes that Cesar guy would have been around 'cause he would have known how to make him like linoleum kitchen floors and to ride in vehicles. He gagged himself on a leash too. But he was the love of their life for 15 good years and paved the way for me to come along. I can only hope to live up to his legacy. Woofs and slobbers! Chester
A picture of Grits in his later days....