So about three weeks ago I took my TWO dogs out for their 7:00 a.m. walk and I saw this little guy cowering under the neighbors car. When we got back he was still there and trying to make friends with my cat. I quickly put my TWO dogs into the house and came straight back out to check on the little guy. You know, because my house is the Underground Railroad for cats and dogs in my neighborhood. I think there's a special scratch on the dogwood tree or maybe the way the vine curls up the mailbox. Whatever it is they come to my house.
In fact when he was making friends with my cat she was probably telling him it was a good place to land since that's how she came to live here about 18 months ago.
Yes. Yes I tried to find his home -- put up signs, ads in the paper, called the vets, etc. etc. etc. No takers. I don't know why anyone would let him go because he is a sweetie.
We named him Treasure. It wouldn't have been my first choice but I wasn't choosing -- the kids were. Now the name has stuck.
And now I have THREE dogs. That's right. Three freaking dogs. One cat. Two boys. One husband. One job. One crappy small house.
Thanks for asking but no Treasure is not quite as house broken as we would like. So he's spending lots of time in the cage and going on lots of mini-walks.
He did spend a questionable 24 hours with some neighbors who were thinking of adopting him, just so they could breed him with their chihuahua. It didn't go well -- at either house. I was a mess for 24 hours (and so was J12 -- although I'm sure he wouldn't want you to know that) and Treasure didn't get along with their three dogs -- so home he came.
And home he has stayed.