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Remember how my mother was going to place an ad in the local papers and see if the owner of the dog would come claim him?
Yeah. She decided that they didn't care enough to keep him safe, so they don't deserve him. *smirk*
He goes to the vet tomorrow to find out if he's healthy. If he's healthy, he will officially be a Henderson pet. Being a Henderson pet is something that every stray aspires to. Just ask the ones that have shown up in the past.
The cats continue to be completely and utterly unafraid of him, and several of them have demonstrated this by slapping him roundly on the nose. At which point he cries and laments for sympathy.
He is also terrified of the raccoon and won't go anywhere near it. Smart puppy. The raccoon is huge.
He pees all the time and all over the place (luckily Lucky is an outdoor dog (something he does not like)) and drinks water in copious amounts. He also chews on everything in sight.
He knows how to shake hands and sit, but not how to heel.
I'm sure that by after tomorrow evening (I go home to Alabama tomorrow), my "I can't believe the woman is keeping the damned dog" tone will be replaced by the "he's so unbelievably cute" tone. I'm a sucker for a fuzzy face.
Yeah. She decided that they didn't care enough to keep him safe, so they don't deserve him. *smirk*
He goes to the vet tomorrow to find out if he's healthy. If he's healthy, he will officially be a Henderson pet. Being a Henderson pet is something that every stray aspires to. Just ask the ones that have shown up in the past.
The cats continue to be completely and utterly unafraid of him, and several of them have demonstrated this by slapping him roundly on the nose. At which point he cries and laments for sympathy.
He is also terrified of the raccoon and won't go anywhere near it. Smart puppy. The raccoon is huge.
He pees all the time and all over the place (luckily Lucky is an outdoor dog (something he does not like)) and drinks water in copious amounts. He also chews on everything in sight.
He knows how to shake hands and sit, but not how to heel.
I'm sure that by after tomorrow evening (I go home to Alabama tomorrow), my "I can't believe the woman is keeping the damned dog" tone will be replaced by the "he's so unbelievably cute" tone. I'm a sucker for a fuzzy face.
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personally (and i realize this may not work for you personally) my rationale is: because god said i had to.
smirkin' in alabama,
snuggs (")
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personally (and i realize this may not work for you) my rationale is: because god said i had to.
smirkin' in alabama,
snuggs (")
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