I was out walking in the yard with my camera. I heard a strange noise coming from the honeysuckle vine that is nearly a bush and practically climbed in it to see what the heck it was. It sounded like a puppy but I just couldn't be sure. I leave the yard and duck under the branches and sure enough, it is a puppy in the neighbor's yard.
The neighbor asks if it is mine. It is not his either. He was just coming to look at it, cause his kids had just spotted it in the yard. Apparently someone had just dropped it off. I was instantly mad! One of these days I'm going to catch someone dumping a dog and there gonna wish they had never thought about it.
So I brought him home and promptly gave him a bath right there in the yard. Poor thing was covered in fleas. Clean and wet and I'm sure scared out of his mind, I set him down in front of the food bowl. He ate and ate, I eventually had to take the bowl away from him.
Still slightly wet I wrapped him up and settled him down in Stitch's little bed. (Yes, Stitch is very mad) He slept for what seemed like forever. He got up, ate some more and diddled on the floor. Clearly he has had no training at his tender young age. He appears to be only 6-8 weeks old.
After a smell, a NO -plus finger wag and a brief trip outside, he was sound asleep again. I tried calling a foster parent of our local humane society, but she is full to capacity.
While laying in the basket, he started to chew on the sides of it.
This lead to me searching through the toys to find something that no-one plays with and meets the needs of puppy teeth. Thank goodness there was one.
After a successful rush out the door and a glorious treat for doing so, it was time to attack the new toy and wear himself out into a long nap.
Temporarily his name is "Bucket" for sooooo many reasons. The biggest reason is that he is a "Turd" Bucket!