We adopted a puppy today. His name is Puggie.
We found him on the side of the road looking so miserable and alone. At first, Gibson was very cautious of him, but once introductions were out of the way, he decided that he loved him and we had to rescue him. Before I knew it, Gibson was carrying Puggie down the street with us.
I've never seen him so determined to get something home before. No stopping to sniff or eat bark or pee. Nope, we were taking this puppy home to a safe place before anyone could stop us.
Once we got home, Gibson, still carrying the pup, looked at me as if to ask if we had done the right thing. Maybe it was some little girls puppy and she will be looking for him... Maybe Puggie won't like us... But after carful consideration, we decided that this is where Puggie belongs (no dog deserves to be left alone overnight on a parkway). Gibson eyes lit up with this decision and then his big brotherly instincts kicked in. He needed to find a nice spot for his new friend, so he gently set him down on our patio, sniffed him over really good, gave him kisses and then left him there and went inside with me.
Apparently Puggie is an outside dog.
No worries though. Gibson has promised to walk him and feed him every day.
Welcome to the family, Puggie ;)
22 hours ago