A few months ago we were driving home from church when a little dog ran in front of our car. We stopped and a line of cars stopped behind us while he made his way across the street. Everyone drove on, but we decided that the little guy would probably get run over if we didn’t rescue him. It was drizzling out. We picked him up and wrapped him wet and shivering in a blanket. Other than having spent a few minutes in the rain, he was fine. He wasn’t very dirty and he wasn’t even hungry. We did everything we could to find his owners but no one came forward. He didn’t have a collar or a microchip. Those first few months, when he picked a special spot IN the house to do his business, were rough. But he has since learned the proper place to mark his territory (outisde) and has fit right in. He’s definitely my dog – my shadow, waiting for me outside the bathroom door and waking me up in the morning if I sleep in too late. We named him Peanut.
Normally Peanut looks like this.
But on days like today, after he’s been to the groomer, he looks like this.
And as much as he needs to be groomed, he always mopes around the house after losing all his fur.
Today, he was the perfect prop for some cushions that I made.