Tuesday at 1:00, Farmer H went to the dog pound to adopt the pet of my desire. The animal control guy said, "He's been here a long time. I've been waiting for him to get adopted." Farmer H was given paperwork while Animal Control Guy went out to get the dog. Farmer H called me.
"I was sittin' there fillin' out the form, and the dog come in and put his head on my knee."
"He knew you were there to rescue him!"
"I guess. He let me pet his head. He's a big dog. Almost as big as Copper Jack, but not quite. But he's that shape of dog."
"Is he fat?"
"No. He ain't fat. But he's a healthy-looking dog. Strong. And his leg ain't broke!"
"I was looking on Facebook, and they'd updated it to say, 'Paw is all better now.' It also says he knows how to 'sit' and 'shake.' And that he might be housebroken."
"Well, I got him in the back of the truck now. On the way home."
Here they are out front. Jack is getting a sniff. Farmer H said we should call the new dog "Lucky." That's fine with me. I'd thought of "Barney," after seeing the original picture. Once I saw him in person, I think Lucky fits better. He IS a very lucky dog that we rescued him from the dog pound.
For now, Lucky will be on that wire lead that hooks onto a screw in the ground, used for Scarlett. Though I think Farmer H learned his lesson about driving by on the Gator, and won't almost-strangle Lucky by catching the lead on the axle! Anyhoo... Farmer H's plan this time was to hook the lead to the guide wire on the electric pole over by Shackytown Boulevard. That lasted about three minutes...
Tomorrow I'll give a better picture, and the tale of Lucky's first day.
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