
I adopted Peanut when he was 3 weeks old (also his brother Elton). He was only 4 pds and was just a bag of bones. He was a very difficult guy having to be rushed to the emergency clinic once and needing to be fed through a syringe for a month. He was such a wonderful man and quite a character. He had a rather prominent under bite and we liked to call him "warthog". He loved taking care of the other dogs and protecting the house from the crazy flesh eating deer beasts. He got sick last April and passed away due to unknown circumstances just before his 2nd birthday. It was so hard to lose him, Elton certainly will never be the same. It has been a year and I still think of him always. The legend of the "Great Peanut-o-saurus" grows and provides laughs everyday.
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