We've clearly got issues. On top of four children we are now up to two dogs, two cats and a beta fish who may or may not have recently suffered a stroke but none of us want to flush him yet because he still flops around when we put food in his tank. We seem to have this "more the merrier" feeling about life and at some point we need to stop. ... and I thought we had. Despite jokes about going for a fifth (my mother keeps telling us we can still write off one more on taxes), we're convinced that we've reached the stopping point with children. As for cats, I'm already convinced we have two too many and as for dogs, there's just to many paws, tails and shit to pick up in the backyard. But there, here comes Doug.
Yesterday on the way to school, the girls came across a vibrant little Aussie Shepherd mix who had clearly lost his way. He was dirty and matted, but very sweet. He came with a collar and we determined he was micro chipped, but here's the thing: collar with out a tag is useless. Even more useless? A micro chip that no one registered. ... what the hell is the point of that?! Gina was going to take him to the shelter, but the shelter said they'll hold him for 2 weeks and then, if not adopted, he may be euthanized. Here's the truth, my wife is a softy. Like melted pudding in the desert soft. All she heard was "we're gonna kill the bastard" and she couldn't bring herself to leave him at the shelter.
Instead they brought him home, lit up the community facebook pages with pictures to try and find the owners and even had me canvas a four mile stretch yesterday hoping someone driving around looking for him would spot us. So far, we're striking out. I'm concerned because the longer he stays with us, the more attached we'll all get (let's face it, we're all soft) and if we never find his family then he'll probably become part of ours. He fit in nice with the other mongrels, the girls taught him to shake paws, and now we've already been calling him Doug. .. in less then 24 hours. See my concern?
Today the girls are taking out their posters (see below for the dead ringer likenesses) and we're hoping for the best. But don't be surprised if future posts refer to three wagging tails instead of the usual two. .. I know I wouldn't be.
One of these doesn't belong here. ... yet.
You better only call if he's yours!
We "fawnd" a boy dog. ... with a detached head.
We may have found a three legged rabbit as well. ... or just a blue flower