Tuesday, December 31, 2013

Mr. Snuffles

Well, it wasn't planned but we will be begin the new year with a new family member.

The hubby took our tomboy hunting this past week-end.  She didn't get anything.  Well, not to eat that is.  On the way home, though, she screamed at her dad to pull over because there was a little dog on the highway and it narrowly missed getting squashed by a semi-truck.

Judging by the condition of the little guy, they knew he hadn't eaten in a long while and hadn't been treated well either.  So, they scooped him up and took him to Walmart to buy flea and tick shampoo and a leash.  They bathed him at the first rest stop they came to and pulled too many ticks to count from him.

Three baths and lots of food and water later, he's happily making himself at home here.  See:

The vet has no clue what kind of dog he is but guesses that he's two years old.  He has to gain about 6 pounds but, other than what appears to be a BB or pellet embedded in his side, he is on the mend.  He even tested negative for heartworms--no small accomplishment here where the state bird is the mosquito!

And his name, well . . . per the kids' campfire stories, he is named after the only thing that will survive the kitty zombie apocalypse, Mr. Snuffles.  Lol!

Here's a picture of our not so little puppy, Lexi, who is now 10 months old.

She LOVES Mr. Snuffles and keeps trying to get him to play.  He just doesn't have the energy or stamina for that yet but I'm sure that come in time.

Happy New Year and may it be filled with amazing creative bliss.

1 comment:

Deb C said...

Ah that is a good hunting story - sounds like the little guy has gone through so much - looks like a sweetie

Happy New Year to you