|I guess they needed a brother|
They are great. They get along well, they're happy to hang out, they know our routines, all that. I like having two dogs. It is the most dogs I have ever had and I think it is plenty.
|little brown dog|
Regardless. I show up at the jobsite on Monday and there is a random little brown dog running around. No one knows where he came from, the jobsite is right off a busy highway, and we're running heavy equipment all over the place. It's no place for a dog.
|The construction dog|
Or so I thought.
After the requisite three days, I get a call from the nice AC officer telling me the brown dog was abandoned and no one is looking for him. And she picked up another one just like him the same day, like someone dumped littermates.
|and he cuddles like a champ|
And the poor guy had just been dumped on a busy highway, then locked up in doggy jail.
And my husband is as big a softie as I am and said I could do whatever I wanted.
I called Animal Control again, just sure that someone had snapped him up or claimed him, but the little guy was hanging out at the pound.
And so I took a long lunch and drove up and got him.
I initially thought he was housebroken and about a year old. I now think he's a puppy puppy, like under six months :-/ eek! Long time since I have had one of those. Best guess is that he's a dachshund/chihuahua cross, which sounds horrific. Thus far, he's been calm and quiet and puppyish, but not bad. We're crate training and potty training and he's integrating into my little pack well.
I'm still picking out a name. No clue on that one. The vet laughed when I made an appointment for "unknown breed and age, name Brown Dog".
I didn't want three dogs, but how do you say no when they find you?