Last week, a dog showed up in our yard. Our dogs went nuts and damn near jumped through a window.
I left him alone for a while, even though he was terribly cute—a Blue Heeler mix of some sort. However, we had a water leak and there were workers in the front yard. I didn’t want him to get hurt, so I put him in the fenced-in backyard. Then I let him in the house the next day. Surprise!
He is the sweetest boy. Sure, he has chewed up two sets of knitting needles. Who can blame him? They do look like sticks. He also got into some yarn. Apparently, he is a knitter at heart. I’m trying to be patient with him. Overall, he is a really good boy.
I immediately named him Gus. I’ve always wanted a dog named Gus. Technically, I want two dogs—one named Gus and one named Clara, after my favorite characters of all time. That’s a Lonesome Dove reference for those of you not in the know.
I did all the things you are supposed to do to find his home, but with no microchip or collar, it was tough. After a couple of days with no leads, I made him a vet appointment for shots and stuff. He also needs to be fixed, but I’m holding off on that for a few weeks just in case his owner shows up. I don’t want to fix someone else’s dog. That seems wrong. However, now that he has been with us for more than a week, I feel he is here to stay. I’m pretty happy about that. I kind of love this little guy.
He has settled right in. He figured out the dog door immediately and has not had one accident. He didn’t want to eat at first, but has gotten over that. He is also doing pretty well with Hazel and Mavis, our two other dogs.
He is my shadow. I have not moved alone since he showed up. He even goes to the bathroom with me in the middle of the night. He sits on my feet while I pee. It’s a fine arrangement.
It should also be noted that he is lazy AF. My friend and I joke that he is the 33-year-old stoner who lives in his mom’s basement. Bless his sweet heart. The other night, my husband took him outside on a leash to work on recall, and he just lay down. Apparently, he did not get the memo that he is part cattle dog and should be energetic as hell. I’m okay with that. He is an excellent cuddle bug.
Three dogs are a lot. It can get tense at times—especially since one is very alpha. However, I love dogs and would have even more if I could. They are just the best.
So, for now, Augustus McCrae Traver is part of the family. He’s a good boy and deserves a good home. All dogs do. Go get yours today.
Angela Traver
What is this blog about? Well, it's a general blog, but it is also a very specific blog. If you get that reference, you get a gold star! I have been a public relations professional and writer of press releases for more than 20 years—primarily in the booze biz. I decided to do some writing for fun and embrace the humor that gets me through most days. Hopefully it will make you chuckle—or at least smile. I’m a certified crazy magnet, and more than a little nutty myself, so buckle up. Also, I have two vices—profanity and red wine/whiskey. You’ve been warned. It should also be noted, that I’m a HUGE Bob & Sheri fan. I’ve been a listener for more than 20 years. This opportunity is a dream come true and it may have made me cry. That being said, I cry at everything. If you are into booze, dogs, food and/or knitting, hit me up on Instagram, Facebook or Twitter (although I’m terrible at Twitter and it scares me) @kyspiritsgal. You can also find all my previous blog posts at www.kyspiritsgal.com.
