DUMA
Hmmm, where do I begin...? This story is about my dog named Duma. A dog that has been with me for quite some time and has done nothing but strain this household each and every way. Why do I keep him? Because I love him and he would just move on to the next family and take his bad habits with him. So, I live with it. It all started almost 11 years ago when we were just finishing up on building the house. Two big scary looking dogs showed up out of the blue and start hanging around. They looked like large pit bull mixes. Well, next thing you know, I started to feed them. Probably the biggest mistake I ever made. Anyway, before you know it, they continued to lounge around the pool, the driveway, under trees, and where-ever else they desired. Eventually taking off for hours, then only to come back again. This went on for days and no one seemed to care nor be looking for them. Gypsies they were. The last thing I wanted was another dog. Let alone 2 more! We already had a 7 mo