LUCKY Number Fourteen? Maybe?

Monday was a holiday so I was home from work.  Around 2:00PM, Bunny and I were in the midst of having the most perfectly lovely afternoon of all.  It involved all of the doors and windows being wide open to bring in the fresh air and sunshine, total and complete silence in our home, and me sitting in my cozy corner chair reading a book while eating a giant bowl of tortilla chips and queso while feeling the baby punch my insides.  Great fun!  All of a sudden, the complete silence (apart from my chip crunching, obviously) was interrupted by Bunny going nuts and barking while jumping all over me to try to look out the window.  Bunny RARELY barks, because you see, she's REALLY more like a giant cat, so when she does, I get up to investigate.  Always.  And this time when I got up,  I saw what looked like some random baby deer or some such creature in our front yard.  Wait.  Maybe it wasn't a deer?  Perhaps it was an overgrown RAT?  A deformed cat, perhaps?

 

I walked out my front door to investigate further, and TURNS OUT, it was a teeny tiny dog.  And I walked no more than five steps before it ran right through my front yard, and jumped right into my arms.  Literally.  This dog is nimble, I tell you.  You know where this is going, right?  Because The Wilsons are incapable of turning away a stray dog. 

 

(I've talked about this before but HERE I GO AGAIN SO PLUG YOUR EARS...) 

 

Why don't people micro-chip their dogs?  I honestly don't understand it.  This is the FOURTEENTH dog that we have now "rescued" from our neighborhood in the year and a half that we've lived here.  And that number AIN'T NO JOKE, people.  Some of these dogs we find wandering on the side of the road, about to be hit by oncoming cars.  Some of these dogs randomly wander up to our front door.  All of them are taken in by us, fed, bathed, and then sleep in our house or garage until we find their owners or are able to take them to the Humane Society to hopefully find their forever homes.  EVERY. SINGLE. ONE. also gets a trip to the local vet to scan them for a micro-chip, and out of FOURTEEN dogs, only two have been chipped.

 

Can someone please explain to me the difficulty in micro-chipping your dog?  It takes literally three minutes at the vets office.  It's only about $40, which yeah, is kind of a lot, except you just got a DOG, and I mean, if you can't afford $40 to micro-chip your pet, why are you getting something that will be sucking even more money from you over the next several years?  If these poor dogs were chipped, I could have driven them all home.  But no.  They aren't.  I don't know if it's laziness or what, but OMG MY BLOOD IS BOILING.  CHANGE THE SUBJECT. 

 

(It's also possible that some of these dogs were dumped.  Apparently San Antonio has a huge dog-dumping problem, and TURNS OUT that our neighborhood is prime dumping grounds, since we live next to some woods.  Keepin' it KLASSY, San Antonio. KLASSY.)

 

You guys.  I have no issue taking dogs to Animal Care Services.  Bunny is the perfect dog for us, and the thought of two dogs makes me shiver with anxiety.  It's normally just so EASY to take them in.  I have emotionally detached myself.  But this dog?  Um.  Not so much.  And it's not because the dog is cute.  Because she isn't.  Poor thing.  I'm just being honest.  She has a strange face that looks kind of rat like.  She has a tail that goes straight up in the air, exposing her butt for the whole world to see.  And the worst?  She has chin hair.  CHIN HAIR!  Like a witch!  The longest chin hairs ever!  If she were human, I would recommend that she go visit my waxer. 

 

But as ugly as she may be, it turns out that this dog has the cutest personality basically ever.  The first day we brought her in our house, she and Bunny immediately got along.  They played and played and played until they were both pooped.  (I even got a video!!)

 

 

And then that night after her bath (in which Bunny tried to JUMP INTO the bathtub with her, seriously, WHAT THE HECK?), she became a complete cuddle bug.  She is so small, and she just finds the smallest little nook in your arm or next to your butt on the couch, and she just curls up and falls asleep. And it's pretty much adorable. And then after she did THIS, I decided that I couldn't bring myself to make her sleep in a cage that night.  I know.  That's bad.

 

 

 

So that night, we took her outside to go potty, and we brought her back in.  We got into bed, and then we let her jump onto the bed with us.  (Again, I know.  Horrible.)  Not two seconds after turning the lights off, I felt something furry scurrying down my leg.  Little Dog had burrowed her way under the covers, and made her way all the way to my feet, where she curled up and spent the rest of the night. 

 

Um, yeah, so basically, here are some names we are considering: Tiny, Minnie, Minnow and Birdie (because Bunny and Birdie!  How cute!). 

 

What say ye?