first of all, we found brutus' real home. when we got brutus off of craigslist, the lady said that they had done all they could to find his owners. i took his to mean that they checked to see if he was chipped. apparently that isn't part of "all we could do to find his owners." here's how it all went down.
i arranged for a lady and her two kids to meet brutus on saturday. turns out they didn't want him, so i asked my dad to take brutus up to the second chance shelter (which is a no kill shelter) to see what we should do with him. it's not that i thought he was a bad dog or anything; he just wasn't a good fit for our house. he was whiny and barky and a little aggressive. i felt horrible about taking him to the shelter (which is why my dad took him) -- and i even cried after he took him. i just imagined him going to some horrible home where they abused him and starved him to death (i don't know why i always think about worst case scenarios).
*turns out, brutus was chipped.*
the lady working at the shelter wouldn't give dad the owner's number, but she did inform daddy that brut's real name is phat phat, and that he is an english toy terrier. yes, folks . . . you read that right. phat phat. anyhow, daddy brought him home and i was getting ready to take him up to the animal control shelter (because second chance said that would be our best bet cuz they would get him home) when i got a call. the lady on the other end was phat phat's owner. she told me she had been looking for him and that he got out of a friend's backyard when she was in new jersey for a funeral. we met up at big lots in killeen and she got her dog back. everyone won in the end.
*fast forward a day to sunday . . . *
the roommate, nephew and i went to meet up with a lady who had the one-eyed dog i blogged about last time. we met at a place in salado called pace park, which turned out to be an awesome place (we're thinking of taking the kids there for memorial day weekend). here are some pictures of it :
**view to the right**
**view to the left**
**col and inspektor hanging out in the creek**
anyhow, the lady who we were getting the dog from -- who from now on i will refer to as lucky -- showed up about 15 minutes after we did and we chatted quite a bit about lucky. she wanted to hang out for a bit to make sure lucky got along with oma and inspektor. and he did. and he was so adorable! he has the softest coat and is quite handsome (although i must admit, inspektor is the most handsome). he was friendly and came up to us after he sniffed us and got to know us. here is a pic of him that i snapped by the creek:
**don ciclope luciano d'occhio**
we decided that we would take him home with the understanding that if he wasn't a good fit with us or the dogs, we would be able to return him and they would find another home for him. i don't think we'll have any issues with him, but it is really too early to say that for sure.
we got him home and let him walk around the house, to get a feel for his new surroundings. i am glad this one is fixed, but that sure didn't stop him from humping the bed! it was quite hilarious and colby couldn't stop laughing whenever lucky pretended to "take care of business" . . . but he was wearing a "belly band," so there were no accidents. here are a couple of pics i got of lucky with the dogs. i couldn't seem to get them all together in one and it was hard to keep them still long enough to even get these. these are the two best ones :
**oma and lucky**
**inspektor and lucky**
anyhow, our first night was a success. he had a bit of trouble figuring out where he was supposed to sleep and kept trying to jump into my bed. i would put him firmly into his and say "bed." by the end of all of this, he got the hang of it. when i would say bed, he'd run and jump in his. i just hope that he continues to be as good as he was yesterday.
*if so, we might have to keep him!*
You crack me up!!! Seeing your picture reminded me of an old movie with Dana Carvey playing a guy with short term memory loss. He had a dog that had to wear a patch over one eye. Without it he ran into the wall when he went through his doggie door. Does your new friend have problems running into things?
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