I went to St. George Veterinary Hospital to get Rufus’ stitches out and thought to check out the dogs in the pound next door. I thought it would be a good idea to walk one of the dogs with Rufus, so that a pound mutt could spend sometime outside his cage and so Rufus would get some time socializing with another dog. We found this little fox-cross-something in a cage with a Pomeranian. After we finished squealing and cooing about how cute she was, we asked to walk her. Although we knew straightaway we wanted to take her home, I asked if we could foster her. Thankfully, there were no righteous, dogs-are better-than-thou folk there that day, just the two down-to-earth vet nurses, so we managed to get her without the accusatory interrogation on our potential neglect and abuse of animals. (The last time I was accused of being worse than Hitler for suggesting a dog could sleep outside and feeding it anything other than Eukanuba.)
Yoko (as she has been named) is a sweet-natured 6-month-old pup with a fondness for soft-furnishings and tummy rubs. It’s a terrible addition to the family unit, as the sparkle of Rufus, once the star of the show, has dimmed somewhat. He is still ‘top dog’, so to speak, but let’s face it, the new one is cuter, softer, chubbier and much more docile. I think there’s no avoiding the dysfunctionality of any family, no matter how hard you try to keep everyone happy.
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