Yeah, right, buddy. You expect me to believe that this little guy, who is barely as long as your shoe, managed to follow you just over a mile? Has any mother fallen for that line, ever? Any mother other than me, that is? sigh…we have another dog. His name’s Spike.
Bullwinkle (our Dachshund) is thrilled. Someone to play with! My cat is not speaking to me. He looked at the puppy, looked at me, looked back at the puppy, and gave me a look that quite clearly said “you brought another one of those THINGS into my house,” turned tail, and walked out the door in as offended a manner as he could manage. This is going to be fun.
Aw, he’s just adorable. Have you looked around to see if anyone in the neighbourhood has lost a puppy, though? I’d hate to get all attached to him if someone’s out there looking for him.
Hope you get to keep him, though - sounds like you’ll be a good puppy mommy.
What Exit, yes, apparently he’s a Doxie/some kind of terrier mix.
Antigen, he was intended for us, apparently. I got the entire story out of the boy. Apparently the dog of a friend from school delivered 8 weeks ago. I called the kid’s mom. Spike is from a litter of five, he’s had one set of shots, and he’s a very exuberant little boy. She was under the impression I knew, or she wouldn’t have let the goofball bring him home.
Oh, I’m so glad! I was so worried I’d come back next week to a “The owners want him back” thread.
Yay puppies! I’m a cat person, myself, because I can’t be bothered to get off my butt to walk a creature, but I can’t look at puppies without making “awww” noises.
Goofball/dog bonding is now in full effect. My wee brother did that once with a spare kitten from a litter on a nearby farm. Brought it home in his schoolbag. What can you do!
Apparently not much besides sigh, roll my eyes and run to PetSmart.
gardentraveler, the boy is 16. Worse, he has a 43y.o. accomplice (step dad) whenever he does something like this. It is absolutely impossible to put my foot down when they grin at me like that. Dammit.
My dad spent the next ten years or so coming home from work and sitting on his chair next to the fireplace trying to read his paper with “That Stupid Bloody Cat” sitting on his lap.
