Yesterday was just insane weatherwise. Late in the afternoon, there was a huge boom and out of nowhere golf ball sized hail started falling (which was great, since I had to go on “Operation Save My Wussy Dogs”-- one dog was cowering in the corner, while the other,stupid dog was running around trying to catch the hail :smack: ), then it rained for the rest of the night.
After running some errands and returning to my house with a friend at 9 PM, I had this run up to me soaking wet, shivering, tagless, collarless, and covered with mud. I brought him in the house and dried him off. I found the mud and dirt to be too thick though, so we gave him a bath with wonderful smelling Victoria’s Secret “So Sexy” shampoo .
After the bath, he seemed much more relaxed and, after a partial brushing, he damn near pranced around the house.
Since he is a little guy with a big attitude, I have nicknamed himNapoleon. Adorable, isn’t he?
My othertwodogs (light brown = Doc, dark brown = Agni) really couldn’t care less.
Anywho, I’m thinking that little Napoleon got out during the rain/hail, so I’m going to go around the neighborhood today and put up signs. In the meantime, he shall sleep on my floor (he barks in his sleep!) and get hissed at by Toby. . . who is not amused. At all.
I own a Pity Puppy myself. I already had two dogs and had no intention of getting a third.
A guy my husband works with breeds Jack Russels, and since his last litter, born in June, he’s been asking us to come over and see the pups. I refused, knowing I’d fall in love, and didn’t want to fight the temptation. (Showing me a puppy is like waving a bottle of vodka under an alcoholic’s nose.)
At Halloween, we went over to this guy’s house for a party. I thought it would be safe since most of the litter had already been sold, and they were out of the adorable stage. (Or so I thought.)
Wouldn’t you know it, this adorable little dog comes up to me and hops up on my lap. He snuggled under my coat for warmth, and stayed there for four hours. The guy told me that this was one of the puppies he had sold, but he had bought it back from the owners because he thought they weren’t “treating him right.” He told me that he was going to put the puppy back into the outdoor pen when we left, and I pictured the poor little guy shivering in the cool fall night air.
“I hate you,” I told the guy as we climed into the car to go home, heavy one Jack Russel puppy. “I KNEW this would happen! You tricked me!”
But how could I resist a sweet-natured dog who wanted nothing more in the world than to be warm and cuddled? He’s still that way, and spends the majority of his time curled up on my lap. he’s a gentle, placid creature, though he has a few problems due to the abuse he suffered. (He runs from me, and won’t come when called.)
Another dog seeking a Doper to live with! Goodness me, there must be some sort of pup/SDoper cosmic joining up going on. I hope Napoleon is happy with you if his owners are not found.
I can see that Napoleon has been to the groomer’s in the last few months and that he’s used to being brushed. Good signs that there’s someone out there who loves him and is probably worried sick about him right now. Kudos for taking him in and loving him until his owners are found, which shouldn’t be too long now. Hugs to you, oh, saviour of pets!
Thank you for giving the cutie shelter from the storm, and for being honest and trying to find his owner. I’m sure someone out there is missing him. If not, I hope a spot in the 7th ring of hell is reserved for the person who threw him out in a hailstorm.
That is an adorable, adorable puppy. Yay for you! I’m sure you’ll take excellent care of little (I can hear him saying “Who you callin’ little?” now) . Yay Diosa!
What an absolute sweetie. The temptation to keep him must be high. I think it’s cute that he ran up to you looking for help.
Do y’all do pet microchipping in the US? If so, you should be able to take him to a vet and get him scanned, and if he’s chipped you’ll get his owners’ details.
The temptation is quite high- he just looks smashing in his little plaid collar :). But I def. want to find his home if it can be found, I know how much I would appreciate someone doing this for my dumb dogs (who are very, very dumb. Too dumb to escape my yard, really).
And tomorrow (Monday), I am going first thing in the morning to have the vet scan him for a microchip. Hopefully we can find his owners!
But. . . you know, if we don’t . . . what can I do?
i agree, he looks pre-loved. hope you find the owners soon.
the dark brown dog doesn’t look very smart. oh, he looks ver ynice, but not so smart…which can be cute anyways.
and that is one indifferent cat. then again, aren’t they all like that? have you been getting any feline backlash from bringing another canine into the mix?
I have a Pity Goat. I had never even considered having a pet goat before I saw Della. Even though I had been working with othergoatkids for a while already. After seeing her, I didn’t ever consider not taking her home. She was two weeks old and about half the size of an average cat.
Before I got her home she broke a leg (or rather a joint, not straight bone), to cut a long story short, after a lot of vet visits, an infected inner joint, septicemia, a lot of tears, a lot of different vets saying she wouldn’t live, let alone walk again, and more money than I owned at the time, I finally got her home, happy, healthy and jumping six foot fences.
My mother still wants to turn her into a curry, but at this point Della is doing fine and my mother is doing ok on chicken curries (but I have to be very careful to keep her happy).
You can’t always judge a dog’s smarts by their looks. Polaris looks functionally retarded most of the time. She sits there with an incredibly blank look on her face, tongue lolling, seemingly as dumb as a box of rocks. But ohhhhh nooo . . . that little turd is the smartest canine I have ever seen. Too smart for her own good, I tell ya.
Oh no, Agni is about as dumb as a bucket of rocks. Nay, that is an insult to a bucket of rocks. After all, Agni was the dog that ran around in the golf ball sized hail, trying to catch them (while getting smacked upside the head). Trust me, he’s about as dumb as he looks- sweet though!
But alas, no updates. I posted the signs and all that yesterday, but no reply yet. I wanted to go file a report and post a sign at the SPCA and pound, but both are closed on Sundays AND Mondays (how stupid is that? I mean, I’m sure they’d get a lot of post church business). As soon as I shower and such, I’m going to run him to our vet to get scanned for a microchip and hopefully that will turn something up. I’m sure someone is missing him terribly.
Yesterday afternoon, I interoduced Napoleon to our other two dog, just to see how everyone felt. Other than Agni running by Napoleon really fast and scaring the living daylights out of the little guy, things were pretty good. Until the end, that is. Doc (the big ol’ chow) decided that he wanted to show his dominance, so he flipped Napoleon on his back and pretty much put all of Napoleon in his mouth. I’ve seen Doc fighting another dog, that this was not.
Napoleon clearly has NEVER been around other dogs, let alone other dogs- because he SCREAMED. Never in my life have I heard a dog make that horrible, horrible noise, so I grabbed I yelled, “DOC! OFF!” (which caused him to trot off and find his delicious rawhide bone) and saved the shaking little rat dog.
Now Napoleon is afraid to go even near the backyard window :).
I’m trying to figure out what he might actually be- I’m thinking Maltese. Thoughts?
That happened when I first introduced Polaris to Bean. Bean was an olny child, and not very friendly to other dogs. I had read, though, that adult dogs will rarely hurt a puppy-- they smell different, and that triggers some kind of protective instinct in adult dogs. Oh, they’ll growl vicously, snap and put the youngster in his place, but they will rarely, if ever, cause actual harm to the pup.
Anyway, Polaris let out that horrified scream you describe and ran to hide behind the sofa. I was very upset-- called my husband at work crying, actually, because I was sure that Polaris must have been severely injured to make a sound like that. But no, once I coaxed her out, I discovered she had no marks except for a slobbery place where Bean had mouthed her.
It took a long time to get the two to get along. (It was four months before Polaris could get within five feet of Bean without her barking and snapping at her.) Worried that Polaris might develop a fear of other dogs if all she ever knew of them was that mean old bitch, I took her to Puppy Day Care so she could get the experience of playing with others. For the first two weeks, all she did was cower near the edge of the playing area, but then she warmed up and began to romp with them. Now, she’s very friendly with other dogs, though still very skittish around people. Getting Sirius (my Pity Puppy) was the best thing I ever did for her. Now she has someone as energetic and willing to play as she is.
Siruis grew up with a litter of brothers and sisters, as well as several aunts and uncles. He knew the correct thing to do when he met Bean: hit the deck and crouch in deference whenever she looked at him. She accepted him a lot better than she did Polaris, who was utterly ignorant of doggy ettiquette.
Don’t be too harsh on Doc. He’s just trying to teach the youngster some manners. Perhaps Napoleon didn’t show proper deference or react correctly to Doc’s greeting. It may take some time, but he’ll learn. Make sure you reinforce to the other dogs that they are still higher in status than he is-- give them treats first before you give one to Napoleon, and greet the older dogs first when coming home. That will help keep them from resenting Napoleon. If they feel secure, they won’t feel the need to shoot him down as often.
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