A New Dog

Our friend, Amy, spotted a small brown dog about a week ago out on the highway.  Well, Amy is a real softie for animals so she spent four days trying to catch that dog and keep him from getting hit by a car.

She finally cornered him last Wednesday; in the process of capturing him, he chewed her hands up pretty good!  The first thing she did with him was to carry him down to Dr. Lasarsky, the local vet, to see what kind of shape the dog was in.  The vet allowed that he was about two years old, with no heartworms, but also had not eaten well recently.  Also, his coat was so bad that they needed to clip it all off to get rid of everything.

Amy left the dog there and they called back in a few hours to tell her that the dog was white, not brown, after they got him cleaned up.  Amy posted a picture of him on Facebook so Louise and I decided to go look at him.  Big mistake!  One look and we told Amy we wanted him.  Since we were leaving town for the weekend, we asked her if she would mind taking care of him til we got home and she said she would be happy to.

We cut our trip short a day and got home yesterday instead of today.  When we got home, we called Amy and she asked if she could keep him one more day - she has already fallen in love with that little dog!

We don't know what breed he is but we do know he will always be a somewhat small dog, probably around 10 pounds.  He appears to be part poodle and looks a lot like J.J., our other dog.  We are excited about having another dog around the house; he will be great company for J.J. and for us.

We are wrestling with a name.  Our first inclination was to call him "Jake" but that name is really too close to J.J.'s name and it might be confusing.  Right now, we are leaning toward "Boo".  I'll let you know.  The picture is of him on the porch with Terry, Amy's husband.

Dog Followup

Looking at some of the old blogs, I noticed a story about Herb, the dog who stayed with us for a week or so. He was a neat dog and we would have loved to keep him but, unfortunately, we found his owners.

Because of him, we did decide to get a dog so now we have J.J. He is about two years old and came from the Small Paws Rescue group. He is a lot of fun and makes me wonder why we waited 14 years after our last dog died to get another. Oh, well.

J.J. loves to go for rides in the Jeep and goes with me every day to the post office. My son, Dan, and I joke about our lack of masculinity driving around with a little white poodle looking dog but, at age 65, I don't really care.