Lovemyhusband’s Weblog

I’m having problems adding pictures, but if you click on the links they will show them to you, and they’re super cute.

   Then there are the dogs… I thought you might want to see them and read their stories.  They’ve been driving me nuts today so I’ll do my best to be nice. 
First is The General:  http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3199/2760616249_824e575e97.jpg He’s my oldest.  He was adopted from the Little Rock Animal Shelter.  He was picked up as a stray because even though he had a collar he had no tags, and no one claimed him.  They had had him just over a month and I was surprised because this particular shelter/pound has such a high number of animals they cant keep them very long.  I’d always wanted smaller dogs (because they eat less, take up less space, etc) but I decided to adopt while my husband was on a deployment in New Mexico so I figured I better get something he’ll like so he wont have the heart to get mad, not that he would anyway…he’s such a softy.   But he had mentioned once that he’d always wanted a Yellow Lab so on to petfinder to find one.  www.petfinder.com I LOVE LOVE LOVE that site. So anyways, he was only about a year or a year and a half old so I knew he wasn’t going to grow anymore, well except wider because the poor thing looked half starved.  Not that I blame the shelter because I believe they do the best that they can with what they are given, and there is no telling what he looked like when they picked him up.  Anyhow when I walked into the kennel area all the dogs were going crazy and just barking like mad, and then there is this sweet looking little boy just sitting there looking at me.  Well thats a good sign right? So the shelter helper brought him out and the dog was so excited he just tried to jump all over my legs.  And that was it, he was my dog. So I paid my $90 but couldn’t pick him up til the next day, when he’d be fixed (ouch).  But he’s been the best dog ever, never bites, only barks at cats, still doesn’t really eat that much, which is good for the budget That was August 2006. http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3016/2760615073_7b4fb91704.jpg   http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3133/2761460854_0975889633.jpg

   The Corporal:  On to November just three months later, and my husband was home on a leave for a few days, and of course he just thought The General was the best dog ever too.   It was a Saturday and we had decided to make a whole day of fun stuff because it was our first anniversary so we went to the Pet Co in a neighboring city, and wouldn’t you know it, it was their weekly pet adoption day, and they had tons of foster parents with their animals trying to find good homes for them.  So we oooh’ed and ahhh’ed over the cute ones and tra la la la’ed into the store to shop for The General, because he was fast becoming spoiled as a first child always is, even though we were dirt poor.  And my husband kept talking about one of the puppies he’d looked at, and I didn’t even remember which cause, I never paid that much attention to any of them, other than sure they were cute.  Well so before we can even buy anything he’s got to take me back outside to the foster parents to show me which one he was looking at.  It was a SUPER CUTE little rolley polley guy and only about 8 weeks old. http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3045/2761457752_b7cb226e20.jpgI think he weighed around 9 pounds.  Well wouldn’t you know it, but the people with him had found him about a week before and couldn’t find the owners and couldn’t keep him.  So they weren’t associated with which ever charity had the foster parents, and since my husband was IN LOVE, and he was free (I’m a sucker for a good deal) we took him home. What was I thinking, right?  A brand new puppy, not house broken,  we had NO clue how big he’d be or anything.  But what are you going to do you know, he needed a mommy and daddy.  They only thing we could really tell was that who ever had him first had docked his tail (ya I’d run away too) so we felt he was probably going to be pretty big.  May have had some kind of bull in him. Who knows.  So over a year later he’s HUGE, I am guessing around 90 pounds but I don’t know, cause I cant weigh him, he’s too big to hold and to stand on the scale.  I just cant say no to my husband, and he’s such a good dog now, the best minding dog I’ve ever had, I just love him to bits. http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3256/2760560873_e131377b3c.jpg

   Adm. Pacely:  That’s quite enough you say, oh no, my husband goes back to New Mexico for another month and a half while i get the fun stuff of a puppy that’s too young to house train, and doesn’t like to be alone at night.  At least he had a big brother that loved him too.  Then my honey comes home and around April I think we decide to go to walmart to get some stuff and there are people in the parking lot giving away puppies.  I was on the cell phone so I wasn’t really paying attention when my husband starts walking to the puppies instead of the front door.  But I’m thinking, its ok, he knows better than to ask for a third dog right.  So I get off the phone and he’s holding this TINY little girl pup.  And I didn’t even have to ask what he was thinking by the look on his face.  Now personally I don’t believe in breeding, because I’m a dog rescuer through and through, I believe in shelters and adopting starving strays or rescuing abused dogs.  And I think unless you are breeding a working dog, like for sheep or whatever, then your pets should be fixed. No exceptions.  And I cant even talk about the people giving these particular dogs away because I decided I wouldn’t put mean things on my blog, but I got the impression that the breed dogs and sold what they could and the rest that were either sickly or hurt, they gave away at walmart.  And thats just wrong.  But still my husband is holding this little girl and her nose is dry and crusty looking and she has a nasty scrape on her leg that looks green and infected and lots of other little cuts probably because they had so many puppies.  I don’t think they were purposely hurting the dogs, but when you have multiple litters all stuck together, they are going to hurt each other. 
Anyway the girl just looked lethargic, didn’t want to walk around and didn’t even really look around, and I just knew she was probably going to die in the next couple days, so I decided that my husband could keep her, that way she’d have a nice quiet home and lots of love until she died.   Well she fooled us!  I think as soon as we got her away from those people and home, she drank some water ate some puppy food, and within a day was just like any other 8 week old puppy.  We got ointment on her and all her little scratches and cuts healed up and now she’s just one of the gang.  She ended up being a healthy 55 pounds even though the people giving her away  said she wouldn’t get to more than 25.  (losers, oh sorry, no wait, not I’m not, they were just icky white trash and there’s no getting around it).  http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3126/2761459014_f8b84dbcea_o.jpg   http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3221/2708644556_c728da93ff.jpg

    Alas its a good thing my husband is in Iraq, so he can’t fall in love with any more pups.  And just so he’s not embarrassed I helped in naming the dogs.