Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Welcome to the Family, Frank!

Here he is.  Our 6lb "mystery meat" puppy.  C gets upset when I say that, but really, we have know idea what his parentage is.  Can you believe that he was abandoned outdoors on December 20th with his brother?  Just left, out in the cold by someone.  For those of you who don't know me personally, we live in a part of the country where winter lasts 8 months and the other seasons fight for rights to the other 4 months.  That means that it was cold and snowy and someone just left those poor puppies outside.  It's kind of hard to believe that could happen, but it did.  Fortunately for them, both pups are now with their new families, after only 3 weeks at the shelter. 

Having been a stray, the shelter has no idea what type of dog he is.  At 4 months old, he's only 6lbs, so he won't be a big boy.  Judging from his coloring, he could very well have some beagle in him.  His "brother" was black with white markings, so that's not overly helpful in determining his breed.  Someone at the shelter took it upon themselves to label the pups "labrador mixes" but I find that funny as a lab puppy of this age would be over 20lbs already.  Frank is SO not 20lbs.  Not even close.  In fact, he's smaller than my in-law's yorkie.

We brought Frank home last night around dinner time.  He's been with us now just under 24 hours and I have ot say, he's been a real treat. He doesn't nip.  He doesn't bark.  He gives kisses, but isn't obnoxious about it.  He likes to chew on rawhides, is learning to fetch, and really likes coming when we call.  He's definitely trainable.

And house-breaking?  I think we'll be okay on this one. Frank's had only two accidents in the house, both our fault.  We overestimated the length of time he can hold his water last night.  BUT lucky for us, he chose to use the piddle pad we laid down for him.  Then this morning, I wasn't mean enough to make him stay out in the snow at single-digit weather to be ABSOLUTELY certain he didn't need to poo before coming in.  Yep, 5 minutes later, Poo-ville.  To his credit, that was my fault. 

Frank was quiet all night long.  We didn't hear a peep out of him. I had the baby monitor set up so that we'd hear him if he set up a fuss to go outside, but he stayed quiet all night long.  We had given him an old cat bed that Grandma and Grandpa had left us when we moved in and it was love at first sight for him.

Frank and the cat have even some to terms with each other.  I had anticipated hysterics from the cat. Really, it's one of the reasons we opted for the low-milage canine rather than an older dog.  So far, the cat has hissed twice, swatted once, and tried to share a food bowl twice.  Otherwise, Pinkerton has been his usual social self, just hanging out and watching the theatrics. 

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I am so excited for you! He's adorable and sounds like he has a lovely personality. Your post put a big smile on my face this morning. Enjoy him!