And just look at that face!
I found this little guy last Saturday, right before I was supposed to meet my dad to go on a bike ride.
So, of course, Mike got to hear my best whiny 5 year old impression, "Pleeeaaase can we keep him? He's so sweet!"
I took him to the Humane Society to see if he was microchipped. He isn't. I took him back home...but regretted my decision when I realized what a mess he was. His hair was patchy...no front teeth...and the little dude would not stop scratching himself frantically.
We decided that I'd take him to the vet and get him checked out. If nothing major was wrong with him, I'd get him fixed up and keep him.
My friends at Galloway Village Veterinary took excellent care of my stray pup and sent me home with a small pharmacy to make him better...all for pretty much the amount I was going to spend on a new tattoo.
Dangit.
But so worth it.
Mike named him Rex. (I was too scared to name him until I found out he was going to be okay!)
He is an excellent addition to our family. Rex is older, so he mostly sleeps, and he loves me. My gosh, he follows me everywhere.
His hair is growing back, he's smelling better (thank God!), and he is eating.
He and Cash get along well. They mainly ignore each other.
Mike and I had been talking about getting another dog, and I had been thinking that another dog will find us.
My vet said that Rex probably came from a puppy mill situation. His legs are bent funny, like he was stuck in a cage and not allowed to walk around. He had to have been owned at some point. He's neutered and housetrained.
It makes me so very sad to wonder what his story is. Where was he born? how long had he been on his own? What has he seen or survived? If this little doggie could talk, I guarantee hearing about what he's been through would make me cry
This past week, it got really, really cold for the first time this fall. I am so glad Rex was here with us, in our warm house.
I'm so glad Mike and I decided to give an ugly little dog a chance.
