Not down to one dog, no. Started with just Jack in 2012. Then in 2014 George happened along; he has PTSD, Animal Control refused to take him so he's mine. George is a vicious, nasty, unpredictable frightening animal. But George taught Jack how to be a dog, how to bark and play, and convince Jack to get out of the wheelchair.
Then in 2019 we were told to evacuate for a hurricane but instead, I drove to a small town called Ludowici, Georgia to adopt a dog. His rescuers found him chained to a tree. The woman of the house wanted to name him Burrito but the man of the house flatly refused to be standing outside calling for a burrito so they settled on the name Chico. After I paid a whopping $25 for a fully vetted dog, I gave him the name Chico Burrito. That was September 2019. The pack was complete. Or so I thought. Look at these three, each from a different place and time, and yet all matching perfectly.
Little did I know that a few months later a dog would be left with me...just for 2 or 3 days.
The people never came back for her and the pandemic wouldn't allow people to be out and about for adoption visits so she's stuck here forever. Not only does she not match the other three dogs, but she's a girl dog! There I was with a female dog in heat and me with four male dogs. Sheesh! She was such a flirt that I gave her the name Coqueta.
If anyone is keeping score, that makes four dogs, two of them are only puppies and not quite housebroken. Did I mention that my house is a mess?
