Follow-Up as Promised

As promised in my last post I will let you know "what came around."

 

The last post was about my giving a two and a half-pound Cocker Spaniel to Doyal for our 38^th Anniversary after his saying that we didn’t need a dog. He soon found out we might not need Annie but she won his heart the night he arrived home to find her waiting to surprise him.

 

I never, in my wildest dreams, thought he would pull the same trick on me. Well......it wasn’t exactly the same trick, but I did get an unexpected surprise on my 77^th birthday! Imagine this (well, maybe it would be best not to imagine it).....On a very cold, 19 degree, Sunday morning, February 19, 2012 I stepped out of the shower as Doyal stepped into the bathroom with a little black fur ball against his chest. Here I am wrapped in a towel, looking at that little bundle. Doyal, acting a bit like a little boy bringing a new animal for his mother to give the okay to, explained. This was the same little fellow who had been showing up in our yard from time to time. We could never coax him close enough to see if he had identification. I had even reported him to the humane society earlier and they had found his owners and given them a warning. We hadn’t seen him in our yard since that time, but all day long the day before he was running around in the large open space across the busy highway from us.

 

                                                              

 

Here is Doyal with the little "pug looking" dog on that cold February, Sunday when he entered our family.

 

 

That Sunday morning Doyal took our sweetheart, Dixie and Frank and Rosemary’s dog, Lucky that we were keeping for them at the time, out for their morning walk. There in the front yard was the little black visitor. He was so cold and so hungry that Doyal had no problem picking him up and bringing him inside. We took turns warming him up and got him settled with the other two while we went to church. All afternoon we both played with him and cuddled him but had no intention of keeping him. Here we were at 77 and 82 with one dog of our own and dog sitting another (by the way, after going back "home" for a few weeks Lucky came back over here and begged us to take him...not really, but he was brought back and we inherited him). We needed another puppy no matter how cute and energetic he was like we needed an elephant!

 

 

 

These two pictures were taken of the same two "boys" at the same place exactly one year later.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I called Monday morning early to the shelter to see if he had been reported missing. "Nope! " Called again in a day or so and asked...."No, and if they come to your house looking for him don’t give him up until you call us as we are going to give them a citation." Oh my, I wanted none of that! So, we just kept walking him in the front of our house for all to see and I kept looking for posters that he was missing. Nothing happened. So on March 9 we decided to get his shots. The vet told us he was legally ours since we had had him that long and no one had claimed him. And.....poor guy......a few weeks later we had him "fixed."

 

 

March 6, 2012 after his first professional grooming.

 

 

 

I had told Doyal when we got our Shih Tzu from the South and named her Dixie that if I ever got a Northern dog I would name it Mason and we’ll call it Macy. That’s how Mason got his name. No one in the family wanted to call him Macy though as that sounded like a girl. Now there are the three of them....Mason, Dixie and Lucky. We gave Mason our youngest daughter, Sharon’s birthday since the vet said he was between 7 and 8 months old. His birthday is August 26, 2011. Dixie’s birthday is April 23, 2009 and poor old, and I mean old, Lucky is now 14 years old!

 

 

 

Yep, this little fellow has a car seat just like his sister, Dixie.  the bad thing about it is that he escapes from the seat belt AND the harness.  That was $$$ down the drain!

 

 

 

 

Pretty boy makes himself comfortable on the back of our sofa.

 

 

He fits right in when it comes to sharing my breakfast each morning.

 

 

I haven't finished telling you all about Mason but will leave that till another time and that’ll be "the rest of the story."