Here We Love Again

Already it has been two months since that big sweet polar bear of a dog of mine died.  You can't have chickens here without a dog and they are disappearing one by one, including Davy Crockett. She was one of our first chickens, so named by Beantown.  I knew I would have to make some sort of decision soon. I put the word out, but wasn't finding what I was looking for.  The reason being, I was looking for Strider. Just writing this makes me cry.
I knew if I got a dog I would need a smaller one.  I just can't wield a big dog anymore. Honestly with this leg problem I've been having, I wasn't sure how well I'd  even manage a smaller one.  I didn't mind adopting one, but it is such a risk, knowing if they'll tolerate the chickies girls instead of thinking they're drive through chicken dinner.  It was just one more thing wearing on me.
I finally decided that it was long weekend and on Monday Handy Man and I would take some girls to Rae and the rest to Drummer Boy, while we still had some to give and then  pass this chicken raising on to them.
I don't why, but for some reason I decided to click on the pound's website one more time. As soon as I saw this guy, I was smitten.  We went to visit and you could just drown in those big liquid brown eyes.  All the other dogs were barking and dancing and this boy was just sitting there, looking at us with an, "It's about time you got here," expression.
He was calm and sweet and they knew quite a bit about him. The story is someone was raising Mountain Curs and German Shorthair Pointers. One of each got tangled up and when the puppies were born, their stepping out was discovered. The owner planned to get rid of them. Some soft hearted soul took the litter and here was the runt.  He is three months old. They told me he was shy and timid and needed socializing. Well, he might seem shy, but I believe he has a brave heart and the softest, silkiest ears.

Welcome home Samwise Gamgee.

Mercy, I don't even know how anyone can be as talented as I am at creating rotteness in three short days, but here we are.

So far, he seems intelligent. When I open the back door, he waits for me to slip on his collar and does pretty well on a leash. He responds to stop and down and his favorite spot is on mine or Handy Man's chest.

Part of my brood met him tonight. Sorry, no pictures. Between a two year old, three year old and a puppy, the camera got left behind.  So far, he doesn't seem to notice the chickens. I pray that continues.  So at least now I have a reason for getting no sleep. Hopefully, we'll get his little digestion situation settled soon and I won't be up at 2:30 changing crate bedding.  I believe it is a good match. Thank you Lord.