Okay, here's the new doggy. We named him Jack after my Dad. The kids took these pictures yesterday. He's really sweet, even though he looks kind of dark and wolfy, but I like that. The paperwork said that someone found him in Venice and brought him in. I don't know, it's hard to believe that he was wandering the streets. I guess I don't want to think of him that way. I'm thinking maybe he belonged to some selfish people who got tired of taking care of him, who brought him in to the shelter, and lied about finding him. Although he's pretty thin, he was super dirty, and he growls when you pet him anywhere near his face when he's eating. We were sitting outside with him and he was chewing on a rawhide kind of thing and Scott went to pet him and he did that, don't get near my food protective growly dog thing. Maybe that's just normal, but then again maybe it's because he's been having to fight for food. Poor dog, I just couldn't leave him there to die. There's something really noble and gentle about him. I thought I would put him with Spirit and Puppy but he doesn't want to be left with them, he looks at me pleadingly, as if to say, "Oh God please don't leave me with these crazy dogs."
I've been feeling reallly weird lately, maybe it's a kind of intestinal bug thing, yeeee, not nice, feeling sick, blech.