On April 6th, 2000, just 3 days after the birth of our first grandson, my youngest daughter called me and said can you find a home for a pup? They had found him wandering in their yard, and none of he neighbors knew where he came from, so he needed a home. She had taken in two dogs, over the past few months, and they live in town, and she didn't think she would be allowed another. I told her to bring him over, and I'd see what I could do. I fell in love with this quiet little boy who wanted nothing more than to lay in my lap and sleep. He looked to be about 6 or 7 weeks old, and maybe a Rat Terrier mix.
At that time, I had a 9 year old dog, Punky, part doxie and lord only knows, who didn't want a new brother to play with, and surely not an upstart pup, who took mom's time and lap. He had been alone, since the death of his bossy sister, Peanut, and preferred to stay an only dog. (I'd found them in the middle of a dirt road in 1991, as small pups, she was allergic to fleas, and had very little hair, and I'm sure that whoever dropped them thought she had the mange.)
Anyway, I decided to keep the pup, who became a live wire, shortly after he arrived. I took him to the vet, got his shots, and checked over, on Monday. A week later, he started having bloody stools, so back to the vet, who thought he had parvo, but it turned out to be an intestinal infection, thank goodness. The first year went pretty smoothly, and he grew into a long legged clown, and earned his name, Huckleberry Hound. Then the fun began, a neighbor moved nearby, with a 125 pound Rottie who he let run the neighborhood, and he grabbed Huckleberry, leash and all, from my grasp, and mauled him badly. The owners didn't call him back, until I brought the gun, then they called him to their yard... My vet felt sorry for me, and patched him up for cost, I do believe. We built a fenced in yard, around the house, for the dogs and grandson, and another neighbor shot the Rottie, when it lunged at his small daughter, in their yard.
Over the next few years, Huckleberry became known as 'The Million Dollar Free Dog', by me and my vet. He slid into a wall and broke a toe, which had to have the tip amputated. He managed to get a wound in one foot, which we never found what caused it, knicking an artery.. He cut a hole in his side, on a piece of wire, took 14 stitches to patch up, this was in 2005. These are just a few of the trips to the vet, it got to where when I called, he would say, 'What has Huckleberry done now?" He has grown into a tall 28 pound happy boy, who, after Punky's passing in August 2005, missed having another dog around, to pester, so in April 2006, we brought home a buddy for him, BuddybooWhodini. They get along great, a mini doxie and a tall lanky terrorist.
Jett
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