When dear sweet Angel was alive, she would bring home dogs who had no other place to stay. Since she passed away Fluffy has been the Queen Bee and has run off every animal who came near the property. So I wonder what kind of sad story this one told her.
The problem is he thinks he belongs here.....
He greets us with the utmost affection just like we had raised him from a pup. We've started calling him NODog, for New Orleans Dog cause he's a disaster as you can see in the pictures. He has skin issues, click for a larger version of the picture and you can see around his eyes hair is missing, his right leg appears to have been damaged at a point in time, probably broken since it isn't straight. There is no telling what disease he could be carrying, etc. Every time he greets me I tell him, "you're not my dog", but he doesn't seem to understand my meaning.
He's found a place where there's plenty of food and shelter from the storms, so he's decided to stay. Shots, neutering, physical, testing for disease will probably cost us $150. We're tempted to take him 5 miles on down the road but... he'll probably do like Boomer (Boomerang) did and find his way back to what he now considers 'home'.
Meanwhile we're posting his picture at the local country store just in case someone lost him.
