This morning the husband asked me what I planned to do with the dog. My response was feed him, see if anyone comes lookin' for him and if not, take him to the no-kill shelter. The husband looked straight at me and busted out laughing! He said you won't take that dog to the shelter.
I told him there was a reason he showed up at our house. The husband said "yea, he was told to go to the crazy dog lady's house, she'd take care of him." That's not a bad thing, is it? So apparently, according to the husband, there is an underground dog society that helps strays find the crazy dog people.
This morning I found him curled up with Miss Kitty. I gave him a treat and headed to work. This afternoon he seemed really happy to see me. I tried taking his picture but he is scared of the camera. He cowards down and runs off anytime I bring it up to my face or press the button. I wonder if it reminds him of a gun or something? But I did get this one....
He seems to be a very sweet dog. Doesn't quite know what to think of Diesel though. Diesel soooooooo wants to play with him. I tell him to be gentle with Lucky Dog cause he's fragile. But the word fragile is not in Diesel's vocabulary. We'll need to work on that.