His name was “Antonio” or “Tony”. But since the caretaker downstairs is named Tony I don’t want him coming every time I call the dog.
Henceforth, my new friend will be called Buddy. Yeah, not so original but it works for me.
This is the first time I’ve done a dog “rescue”. I guess some shyness is to be expected when an animal is torn away from the only environment he’s ever known and thrust into totally unfamiliar circumstances. But I think it goes beyond that with this one. I suspect he has been both abused and neglected. It’s going to take some time to win his trust I think.
He does have a healthy appetite at least. I’m going to fatten him up in no time…
I also bought him a cozy house for those occasions when I need to yard him…
“Where the fuck am I?”
“Nothing smells familiar”
“How in the hell do I get out of here?”
I had hoped to get a photo of Buddy and me together, but he ain’t having none of that cozying up shit. At least not yet. I’m not going to rush him. He’ll grow more comfortable in time I’m sure.
Anyway, welcome home my friend!
He’s cute! I can definitely see he’s part Dalmatian. Looks a little sad in some photos, but in others, it’s obvious he’s still got his curiosity. Welcome to the family, Buddy! With plenty of care and love, he’ll eventually revert back to his bouncy, happy self. That’s guaranteed.
How about the name Spot?…Buddy is cool too…Antonio was funny name,… He is beautiful…but I learned that it is hard to pet an old dog….
Thanks John, for the rescue. I’m a true dog lover. They put no conditions on their love. Don’t care what you look like, how much you make, how big your house is or if you took a shower today or last month. Give Buddy some time and he will warm up to you and give you a hero’s welcome every time you come through the door. Peace out!