A little hobo waltzed up onto our porch.
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| A Designer Hobo |
He was super friendly, so I kept him in the front yard with some fresh water, debating calling an animal rescue. That's when my neighbor came and explained that they had found him in the buttes, no doubt abandoned there, and had already taken him in to check for a locator chip (doggy lowjack) and to make sure he didn't carry anything that could harm our collective pack of shepherds.
They were already at the limit with three rescued sheps of their own, and this little cockapoo didn't take kindly to their cats anyway. I brought him inside and joked to Husband, "He followed me home; can I keep him?"
He actually said yes!!
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| Babushka |
A few baths and trips to the vet later, and you'd think this little boy had lived here all along.
We decided to name him Sam, after the hobbit, since he's so tiny compared to our behemoth sheps. When he's in trouble, it takes everything in me not to laugh when I yell his full name. I mean come on, who can keep a straight face shouting "Samwise Gamgee" across the house? That's why when he's in deep trouble (all one time so far) he gets called Samuel L. Jackson, cause he's a bad motherfucker.
Mentally, I'm pretty sure Sam is the equivalent to a four year old, minus the ability to talk. He's very smart and curious, but at the same time can be very mischievous.I often had to correct him twice when teaching him the rules of the house, as he'd try once when I was looking and once when I wasn't. I seem to have fallen victim to the "Grandmother's Curse" even without growing my own offspring.
Luckily for the most part he's a very well behaved critter. He was already potty trained, and had some degree of manners before we started to straighten him out.
Much like a toddler, he thinks anything I'm doing/using/having is supposed to be shared with him, and he is pretty much the Jedi master of super-cute beggar's face.
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| "Gee, that looks really good. Did you notice I'm being a good boy?" |
He likes to watch movies with us, pretending to be people. The only issue is, he seems to think it's real, so if there's a doorbell he checks the front door, and if there's gunshots he has to come protect me from it.
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| He also knows when to cry at chick flicks. |
Sam is incredibly protective of me. While he doesn't usually bite at anyone he dislikes, he will growl and bark, after which he comes to me for an atta-boy. Dogs are 50/50 between wanting to play with them, but also being ridiculously jealous. He'll sit on my feet if he doesn't want to share, or even try to pull me away.
Only recently has he stepped up guard duty, and that's only been with Husband.
Now he's come to realize for the most part that this is a game, and will actually get excited when Husband and I are hanging out barefoot.
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