I just went through a memory onslaught with my recently late dog. We adopted her as a senior on Super Bowl Sunday four years ago, and she died of old age on March 6th. I’d posted millions of pics and videos to facebook when she arrived, and on anniversaries. It was tough, because she was gone when all of it came up as memories. I think that’s one reason I rescued again so quickly. The hole she left was so big, and my awareness that another aging sweetheart was in a cage, waiting to be loved was so pressing.
So…I saw a dog on Facebook yesterday who was going to be put down at the pound at 1PM today. Scottish Terrier/Schnauzer mix. It got to me. So this morning I called out of work and went to adopt him. He’s bigger than I expected honestly. We are going to have to keep food off of the counters now. He has a great personality. He rode in my lap all the way home trying to lick my face, which made it hard to drive in the rain. He gets along with my other two dogs and the one cat he’s met. One of the dogs and the cat aren’t thrilled to have him here yet, but no issues. His previous owners just let him go. The person who found him took him to the pound. He was microchipped and they called the owners and they just said they didn’t want him any more. Assholes. His name is Riley. He’s 9 years old.
Just got done scolding him for grabbing a full laundry basket of clean cloth and dumping it. ALONG With playing tug of war with it.
Does that face have any shame? Hell no!
He settled in really well. He’s the sweetest thing. I tried to run to the corner store to get some ice and he started howling and barking. I watched him on the security camera and he was flipping out. It was making one of my other dogs upset and he was growling and barking at the new dog. He’s early twice the size of my other dogs so it worried me and I just went back into the house. Gotta read up on separation anxiety.
