Today was Bruce's birthday -- nothing special planned because we'll be having our birthday dinner tomorrow when the family can come up. So this morning we drove around the roads by our place, just looking at all the new water our recent rains have left.
Up on Gopher Ridge, Bruce saw a small dog running across the field towards our car. Afraid he would hit it, he stopped when he couldn't see it any more. Where was it? I opened the car door and there was a tiny Cavalier King Charles Spaniel. He never hesitated, but crawled into the car and then up onto my lap -- cold, muddy, soaking wet, and shivering. No nearby houses. So we took him home and Bruce called Animal Control and left a message that we had found this dog.
As soon as he came in the house, he lifted his leg and peed on the wall. Our boy has obviously never been in a house. He then hopped from a chair onto the dining room table where he stood looking at us and wagging his adorable tail. I put him back on the floor and explained that the table was not for walking on.
He was filthy, so he got a warm bath. Vast amounts of dirt washed down the drain. He didn't like being bathed, but put up with it like a trooper. I dried him off with several fluffy towels and he was grateful. We then found and pulled two ticks off his head. The cats were interested, but decided he was OK. And then he slept and slept and slept.
Sooo...it looks like we may have our fourth dog. He has no name yet and is a diamond in the rough. He appears to be between one and two years old, but doesn't seem to have ever been inside. He's intact, so that will have to be remedied. I'm so amazed at his desire to do everything right, even though he doesn't know what to do. I don't even really like small dogs, but have already fallen in love with this small, brave soul.
Bruce fell in love even before I did. Happy birthday, Sweetheart!
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