He adopted us.
Charlie messaged me from work Friday saying that he had a little friend waiting on him when he got there...a little dog with no tags or collar, nearly dehydrated and ravenously hungry.
I messaged him back and told him that he knew he couldn't leave him there if he couldn't find his owner. He got ready to pull out of the driveway and looked in his rear view mirror to see him running after him as hard and as fast as his four little legs could carry him.
He couldn't leave him.
I made an appt. for the vet so he could have him checked out before bringing him home. They called him a Chihuahua mix and he may very well have some Chihuahua in him but I'm convinced he has some Pug in him because he snorts. A lot.
The vet says he is around 9 or 10 years old, has a touch of arthritis in his hips, a something that I can't remember the name of on his eye (and no, not a cataract) and very bad teeth, what's left of them anyway. He also was filthy, stunk and had fleas. They bathed him and gave him a flea bomb which made him a little queasy but was successful in killing the fleas.
I searched all the sites online for lost pets but could not find anyone looking for this little guy. Charlie was calling him Dodger from Oliver Twist but every time I looked at him that old song, Leroy Brown, just came to mind.
And he's bad, bad, Leroy Brown
The baddest man in the whole damn town,
Badder than old King Kong,
Meaner than a junkyard dog
I can't really say why this is since I've no idea myself but bless his heart, he's now Leroy Brown.
And he has hit the doggie jackpot because y'all know how I love my dogs. Even if they aren't Dachshunds.
The little fellow has got character too. I believe he was someone's companion at one time but I suppose we will never know the story behind him. Yesterday at Momaw Pat's he climbed up on the four wheeler and then barked madly and ran alongside one of the boys on a bicycle.
I can totally see him being a biker dog. Maybe that's what happened. He and his person were out riding and he got lost somehow. It's an interesting story anyway. I just keep seeing him on the back of some big guy's hog wearing a Harley bandanna and a pair of shades.
He also has a mad obsession with squeaky toys, a slight problem with chewing on pillows and stuffed monkeys and seems to think he belongs on my and Charlie's bed. But that could have something to do with the doggie steps at the foot of it. Ya think?
Brisco Darling was absolutely elated that we'd brought him home a new friend to play with and Miss Charlene was like, "Hey, nice to meet you" but then went on about her business which mostly consists of following me around and scratching on my legs in order to get me to pick her up and carry her around like a baby.
Dogs are taking over my life.
And I could not ask for more.
now, i have that song on my mind.
ReplyDeleteOur 10 year old yellow lab had to go to the vet, yesterday. His ear is badly infected. He's OK, but we don't like he is getting older. He is the sweetest most precious dog. He was a leader dog for a blind man the first 7 years of his life. He is a perfect dog. I hope he heals nicely and sticks around for many more years. R- doesn't know but I'm having an oil painting done of him and my girls. I took a snap shot last fall of the girls lying on him on the front porch. It's precious.
ReplyDeleteIt is very hard to watch your beloved pet age and then to eventually lose them. I am not sure I will ever get completely over my Dixie Dog. I talk about her all the time which helps. I hope your guy heals up nicely too. That oil painting sounds wonderful. I'd love to see a picture of it when it's done.
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