After literally months of haunting shelter and rescue websites, looking for the dog I couldn’t resist, I finally brought one home today. He’s a Lab mix, a little the worse for wear. In Texas he was attacked by another dog that tried to make a meal of his face, but he’s healing nicely and the scars will give him a rakish look. Two different sources say he’s either 2 years or 3 years old and about 57 lbs.
This is the first picture of him that I saw. (What dog lover wouldn’t fall for this?) “Happy Warrior,” I thought:
He progressed to this:
The rescue organization dubbed him “Charlie,” which somehow seems to fit him. But I may change it to something a little less common. (According to this week’s National Dog Show, Charlie is the third most popular male dog name in the country.) Haven’t decided yet. With his beat-up face, “Rocky” might work.
He’s so chill, so laid back, that you have to wonder what he’s been smoking. Which is fine with me. I hope he’s this quiet all night.
Now I have to get back to my Cyber Monday shopping for dog crates, beds, toys, etc.
Dec 1, 2022: Confirming 3 years old (vet’s guess), 58 pounds.