I have a firm, and proven belief that the Universe knows exactly how many spots there are for animals in the homes of humans, and works to make sure that they all remain full. This past January we lost our sweet old dog Rusty. He'd lived a good life but it was his time. We'd adjusted our world to accommodate four dogs, and now we were three. That is until today.
My sister was out walking this morning when she noticed a puppy running about in a field. He had obviously been dumped there by someone. She called me to ask where the shelters are in the area as someone needed to intervene on this little guys behalf. I told her I would come meet her, and that we'd figure out what to do then. Deb and I finished getting ready (we were about to leave to go to the horses anyway) and headed out the door.
When we all met up, I took one look at the little black puppy in her arms and knew that we were in trouble. He was very sweet, very young, and though he was terribly skinny, he seemed to be in overall good health (parvo is a big problem in this area). I hated the thought of him going to a shelter as they tend to be places where dogs can pick up all sorts of problems.
To make a long story short, we now have a new dog. My sister christened him Happy but I keep calling him Lucky so he'll have to be "Happy Go Lucky". He went to the horses with us and made friends with all the dogs, and people there. Now he is home with us, confined to the office. Spike is the first of our pack to meet him, and though he is grumbling now and then to let the new one know his place, he is adapting to the idea of a new canine in our world.
Lucky appears to have some kind of deformity to his front legs. They bow out in an odd way, and the joints protrude. It is probably why he was dumped. We'll take him to the vet to see what they have to say but likely we'll just feed him well, love him lots, and see what happens as he grows up.