I commute to work through the Tuscumbia River bottom, and every day that I drive through that swampy area I do so slowly and with my eyes peeled. Like as not I am going to find some unwanted castoff to rescue. Nearly every wanton waif I find gets delivered to the Corinth Alcorn County Humane Society animal shelter, but once in a while I get a hold of one who in turn gets a hold of me and won't let go.

Apparently, such is the case with this one. His name is Grainger. He is bubbly; he is bouncy; he barks a lot; and he belongs at Willow Oak.

Silly Grainger:


Vicious Grainger:


Looking Grainger:


Happy Grainger: