January 28, 2009
In which I make an executive decision
He is a Mountain Cur. That's my story, and I'm sticking to it.
He has border collie eyes and a body like a little presa canario.
Vet says Smoke's about five and a half months old and very ill with a respiratory thing, so please hold good thoughts.
First thing I did when we got home from the vet's was give him a nice hot-but-not-too-hot bath, to get rid of the grime and the shelter smell. So now Smoky is shiny and new, and he ate his dinner like he was going to a fire, and the other dogs can't meet him for two or three weeks, oy — but he loves people and we're bonding nicely. Tired but happy, that's me. No, wait: that's us ;~)