His name is Foxy because of his precursor, the Fox seen on these pages last week, who ran in front to announce his coming.
That has happened to us before. One year we had an absolute deluge of wild animals come upon us before we were given Freckles, our grumpy oldish cat, who arrived as the cutest kitten I've ever met in my life.
Yesterday, the yard man told us that while he was as Home Depot, he came out of the store to find that somebody had put a puppy into the back of his gardening truck. He brought him in and we took him in. The puppy, not the gardener.
He is the cutest little thing you ever saw. I added Angus to his name because he looks like a little Scottish terrier with wiry hairs and that little squared muzzle which you can't tell in the photo.
Took him to the vet this morning. Vet Dr. Herron says he's part chihuahua and part terrier without a doubt. Ten, maybe twelve weeks old. I went for ten because he is really a big baby and has fear of the grass. That makes his birthday the 15th of August, which it now officially is.
Dr Herron examined him from head to toe and pronounced him a " very good little dog." Foxy got four shots and did not wince. He is on the sofa now with Theodore and is snoozing away.
Foxy also got a new pill called "Confortis", which kills fleas from within. It took me about five special "bites" of food before Foxy took down the pill. He is a chewer not a bolter, and every time he got to the pill he daintily spat it out. He finally ate it. It lasts a month and Foxy and I will be happy to see him cleared of fleas, which I hate.
This is the first animal I've ever had forever,without having Gregory here to love it and help care for it. I'll miss him sorely because he was so great with the pets and did a lot to help with them when they were little. Theo surprised me this morning by mentioning that he'd been thinking of Gregory since we got Foxy, so maybe Gregory knows we needed Foxy and helped him get to us. Or maybe it is just what Theo thinks: the yard man had the litter of puppies at his house, and just put out a sad story to get rid of them. Either way, Greg could have been involved. Am I crazy? Dead people can't get involved. Can they? (yes)
Our big problem is this. We can barely care for ourselves, much less train and raise a puppy. We are like the infamous old Brownsville couple who got to the place where they couldn't button each other's buttons... I want to give him to lively younger people who can do justice to him. But here he is for now, at least, and he sure is a darling. A Good Dog for sure. YAZZYBEL
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