As back in august, we'll be taking care of an asylum/shelter doggie for a while.
Bram is a Cavalier, who was just left behind when a tennant moved out. They contacted her and she literally said "oh, I don't care, just let him starve"
As a result, he's now about 8-9 pounds, while he should be about 20-22-ish.
Now, I went to pick him up today at the shelter (side-question; shelter, pound, animal rescue,....which is which? They're all "places lost and abandoned dogs go" in my mind but I think it's just a language thing?).
You know how some people are just schmucks who you can always convince to buy just a bit more?
Yeah, so, we'l lbe taking care of two dogs for the coming weeks. Number two's a Chinese spaniel called Pekkie who was repossessed from a house with 25 dogs, mostly big fighting dogs. She'd been adopted, but she is si scared of everythign and anything that the adoptees brought her back because they didn't get companionship from her. Well, sucks to be them. Or their dog, apparently. She's scared to death of everything bigger than her. They hope she'll be able to get some rest and gain some trust here with us, given that I'm home 24/7 and there's no kids, no other animals except the other little doggie, Let's hope so!
Pictures coming soon, but one's sleeping on my lap (have I mentioned he's ridiculously affectionate?) and the other's just a small ball of black fur hidden in the deepest corner of her bench.