My son, Mark, showed up at my door, this afternoon. I was curious, as to why he wasn't home, with Sam on a day off. He hemmed and hawed and I thought something had happened between them. He then said, "I've got something in the truck to show you."
He came back with the CUTEST puppy! While at work, she came strolling out of a culvert and ran right to him. Being MY kid, he couldn't leave her out there, in the desert. Well, his landlady says that she can't stay there. Mark and Sam have two Dalmatians, already, plus the other dogs on the ranch.
Mark couldn't find a home for her and couldn't face taking her to a shelter. Ergo, bring her to Mom's house! This was softhearted (-headed) man #1.
When the situation was explained to Bill, his immediate response was, "I can't turn down the puppy." For all his crusty exterior, Bill is putty in the paws of anything fuzzy. Softy #2!
Since we are going to Vegas, next week, Mark will keep her until we get back. Noone is sure how old she is. Maybe my vet can help with that. She's going to need shots and spaying, anyway. She, also, needs a name. Mark has been calling her "Smoochie". That will not do, at all.
She seems to be part shepherd, Rottweiler, mastiff and God-knows-what. In other words, she is a pedigreed curb setter. We really ARE beginning to look like a menagerie!
He came back with the CUTEST puppy! While at work, she came strolling out of a culvert and ran right to him. Being MY kid, he couldn't leave her out there, in the desert. Well, his landlady says that she can't stay there. Mark and Sam have two Dalmatians, already, plus the other dogs on the ranch.
Mark couldn't find a home for her and couldn't face taking her to a shelter. Ergo, bring her to Mom's house! This was softhearted (-headed) man #1.
When the situation was explained to Bill, his immediate response was, "I can't turn down the puppy." For all his crusty exterior, Bill is putty in the paws of anything fuzzy. Softy #2!
Since we are going to Vegas, next week, Mark will keep her until we get back. Noone is sure how old she is. Maybe my vet can help with that. She's going to need shots and spaying, anyway. She, also, needs a name. Mark has been calling her "Smoochie". That will not do, at all.
She seems to be part shepherd, Rottweiler, mastiff and God-knows-what. In other words, she is a pedigreed curb setter. We really ARE beginning to look like a menagerie!