You might as well start calling my house the Helping Hands Annex! Around Thanksgiving, a visitor showed up - hungry, skinny and with cuts all over his legs and chest and back. He was very sweet and helpful - picking up all the sticks (even logs!) he could find - and scattering them throughout the yard. He looked so lonely that I spent some time with him and fed him - and he never left! The visitor is a cute, brown hairy thing we got to calling our buddy. We put ads in the paper and registered him with the shelter, but no one responded. Days turned into weeks and finally became almost three months - and we realized Buddy was now a part of our family! I took him last week to get his shots and get neutered, and it's really cramping his style! We have about four acres fenced in, and Buddy loves to patrol the premises for birds and squirrels, making sure they're in their appropriate trees. But the doctor sent him home with a collar so he wouldn't lick or tear out his stitches. He's running it into everything - including our legs! - and we're keeping him on a leash so he won't run off through the brush and hurt himself that way. Despite those efforts, he still got the staples out once, and they put an even bigger collar on him! He's staying in an oversized crate in the garage until he gets the all-clear, and he looks positively miserable with his big brown eyes! Don't worry, Buddy - it's only a couple more days!
"This is not fun!"
"Get me out of this thing!"
After I snapped the first two, Buddy decided he didn't know what a camera was and started barking!