A few weeks ago we had an adorable little Jack Russell pup arrive on our doorstep, courtesy of some young girls who had found him on the street, thinking he may have been ours. We fed and boarded him for the evening, and after finding 12 separate shits in the house overnight :eek: , took him to the local vet who recognised him as a stray they’d homed just the day before. Apart from his shitting propensity, I was quite enamoured of the little chap, and wondered whether I should have left my name with the vet in case the owner couldn’t be fucked or whatever.
So, about an hour ago I was out on the back patio composing a text message to my nephew, when who should arrive but the little Shit-Bucket. He’s still as scrawny as an old-boiler chook with all his ribs showing…we fed him nearly 300gm of brawn, which is about 1/4 of his entire body weight. :eek: He’s not neutered, so still as horny as a Jack Russell After a Bitch, so to speak, so my arm and both legs got a good Rogering as well.
My question is: The vet said that the pup was a Frequent Flyer at the surgery, having been turned in often as a stray. They know who the owner is, but obviously the owner is not able/capable of caring for the dog in a way that dogs should be cared for. Otherwise, I’m quite in love with this little doggie.
Should I return the dog to the Vet Surgery in the morning, or should I paint him with a black dye and keep him for myself?
Not chipped or collared Caz…when we turned him in last time, the Vet knew immediately by our description that he’d been the dog turned in the previous day and returned to the owner that night. She was a bit exasperated by the neglect shown to have him back the very next day. :rolleyes:
He is a very cute little dog, but obviously worm-ridden because all the ribs are showing. He’s not been neutered ( a very healthy sex drive it seems) and I wonder if just keeping him (after having him neutered and wormed) might be the best option. Whaddya reckon??
I think he could have no better home, and it sounds like his current one could hardly be worse.
If you wanted to be above board about it and all, you could probably turn him over to the local animal control officer. Little fella serves a week in the pound, and you can buy him fair and square.
And he is being SO well behaved! On a little mattress outside my door in the office here, he occasionally peeks in, but as soon as I say ‘Go to Bed’ he’s back to the pillow without a fight. He’s such a sweetie, so keen to oblige, I think I’m in love.
Oh, and the best thing is that he has those little sticky-outwards paws (the opposite of pidgeon-toes) that make even the ugliest dog very cute.
I wanted to name my next dog Wrigglesworth. As there’s not a Wrigglesworth in my future, I’m giving it to you to use or discard as you see fit. Give it some thought though! Wriggles is an awesome dog name.
OMG, that might be incredibly appropriate, 'cos the little bugger wriggles like a mad thing when he’s picked up. Legs and torso and tail all go nineteen-to-the-dozen. Mad.
Wrigglesworth? It’s DEFINITELY on the list Cazzle.
The way I see it, Pup could have gotten loose once or twice accidently. But it’s pretty clear that Pup’s (nominal) human isn’t taking proper care of him, and Pup is looking for a new human.
Update: I did ring the vet this morning to turn the doggie in again. Just wanted to err on the safe side I guess, but when we took him up made sure that she knew that if the little mutt was indeed neglected or unwanted, we’d put our hands up to be the new owners. She agreed that, whilst he was mostly a healthy young dog (2yrs apparently), he had some serious intestinal issues that needed addressing, and those dangling balls needed removing poste-haste.
Got a call later from the shire Dog Ranger (the vet, sick and tired of having this fella arrive on HER doorstep had handed him over to the Ranger) letting us know that he would be having Very Stern Words with the owner, and that we would be notified immediately if there was no improvement in his care.
So, we wait now…until either we get another call from the Ranger, or Reggie (I’ve decided to call him Reggie) rocks up to our back door again.
PS…I have seriously NEVER seen a little dog shit so much. We kept him overnight in an enclosed verandah area, and there were four separate shits when I got up this morning. Twenty minutes later, he’d done another two in the backyard. Any wonder his poor little ribs are showing, there’s something pretty damned wrong with his digestive tract. Dunno if it’s worms or something more serious, but if he becomes ours, we’ll get him thoroughly checked that same day.
