When my seventeen year old Springer Spaniel, Opie, died I said. “No more dogs!” Ha! Let’s face it, animals make a home lighter. I don’t mean that they make it float, I mean they make the place more cheerful. Who else is happy chasing their tail and herding the living room rugs into three separate piles?
I found a little dog (?) a “Sheltie” (Shetland Sheep Dog) at the Humane Society in Roswell, New Mexico. I wanted a smaller dog than Opie, so naturally I ran into the Siberian Husky Rescue . (They were having an adoption in front of the local book store). I guess if I was looking for a larger dog I would have run into the Chihuahua rescue.
Anyway I got to talking to the head of the NM Siberian Husky rescue (www.siberianrescue.com) about how much I missed having a dog, but I was looking for something smaller than a husky. She told me to e-mail her what I was looking for, and she would post it, and look around.
All I wanted was a dog under forty pounds, (I carried Opie up and down the steps when he couldn’t make it any more, Oh my back! Ouch!). The dog had to be soft, furry and sweet. Well, she hooked me up with the Roswell Humane Society. They had a bunch of smaller dogs on their web site (WWW.ROSWELLHUMANE.ORG). As a matter of fact their cat lady volunteer sent me the pictures of little dogs she thought from my descriptions I might like. The second one I looked at, he was the one. The description said it was Bo, but the picture said Bridgette. Bo or Bo Bridgette, I wanted him/it!
It was a “sheltie cross” named Bo and he is even sweeter an cuter than his picture. I didn’t think that was possible but guess it is. The rescue people are wonderful, they transported him right to our house. Ummm… no he didn’t appear in a sparkle of light, a really nice lady brought him in her bubble ahh I mean her car. (Bless you Pam wherever you are).
Bo IS kind of unusual…he doesn’t glow in the dark, though one night, I did find him sunning himself under the night light. His paws up in the air the light illuminating his furry white tummy. Then the second day I had him, I watered the garden and he decided to go swimming in the mud. Ewww! Muddy dog! Then he proceeded to signal his home planet by running muddy figure eights in the back yard. I gave him a bath and so far there has been no answer from outer space.
I think he IS a UFO: Unusual Furry Object. He is one UFO I like to have around. And if his spaceship does come…maybe he will take me with him. I gotta go, I think he is trying to eat the couch… Well, it won’t go where he wants it to, and he already finished eating my fuzzy slippers.