He Followed Me Home. Can We Keep Him?



He followed me home. Can we keep him?

Well, that’s not exactly what happened.

Our family seems to be a magnet for wayward animals.

Last night, we started getting text messages from Megan showing a Lab-Rotty mix (?)  puppy that managed to find his way to her apartment. No collar and after a quick trip to the vet’s, no microchip.  A quick search on FB and other social media failed to turn up anyone looking for a lost dog.


Gus, making himself at home.


Apparently, there aren’t any “No-Kill” shelters in Houston so Megan and her band of puppy lovers are working to find a forever home for this handsome boy with island-size paws,  that Elissa, one of our other daughters has named “Gus”.

Below are a few pictures of Gus, along with two brief videos of Martha and Gus getting acquainted.  In the first video, she seems interested and nurturing. Then, in the second, after thinking about it briefly, she comes to the realization that it’s no longer “all about her” and makes her opinion known.

For those of you new to the blog, Martha was rescued by Megan a year ago after her mother got hit by a car when she was only 5-6 weeks old.



But, then reality hits.



About Ray V.

Living between Aiken & Charleston,, South Carolina, USA, I like to share what I am looking at, thinking about or listening to. I refer to this as the view out my window. Thanks for stopping by.
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10 Responses to He Followed Me Home. Can We Keep Him?

  1. Same thing happens to me, only with cats. We’re up to four.

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  2. lulu says:

    Sounds like my daughter. Anything, animal or human, that is homeless finds a home with her.

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  3. CJ Hartwell says:

    That’s an awfully sweet face he’s got! Even with island sized paws, I’d probably wind up keeping him. 🙂

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  4. I remember taking in a rescue pup. Resident Momma pleased for the first hour, then growled and snapped and showed her annoyance, or maybe just showing who is the boss. The following morning both big momma a little pup were sharing a bed!

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  5. Awwww. Keep him. Keep him.

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  6. If I think back…the only pets we ever had were ones that strayed or were “dumped” near our home. They made wonderful pets. My youngest son was a master of finding strays and hauling them home.

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