The Armstrongs

ADriana la cerva | june 2014

Adriana was born under a bramble patch in one of the poorest neighborhoods in Springfield, Tennessee. When she was two weeks old, I pulled her out of that bramble patch. She’s smallish, only thirty-five pounds, with floppy ears and a nose that never stops working. Ade doesn’t only like to walk, but she needs it. On average, we walk thirty miles a week. 

sweet puff sara | 4/20/2009

Someone ditched Sara (and her brother Floyd) on the side of Flewellyn Road. When Mason brought her home, my neighbor looked her over. “You want me to put a bullet in her head?” he asked. No one thought she’d survive.
But she did. She’s grown into a loner and a lover. A hellion. Her brother is her best friend.

floyd | 4/20/2009

If Floyd could speak, he’d say fixin’ with a thick southern accent. A self-proclaimed mama’s boy, Floyd loves me almost as much as he loves food. His temperament is mostly chill, until I let him loose in the woods. And then he acts like he just sucked down a dog’s version of a whip-it, feverishly leaping and smelling and running.

meadow | march 2013

After three and a half months with her almost-forever family, Meadow Soprano returned to the Farnival on Friday, Jan. 31st.  Her family exhausted all their resources, but couldn’t control her separation anxiety. ICHBA put her back up for adoption, but nobody seemed like the right fit for Meadow, so two and a half months later, we decided to adopt her.