Last night, I was sitting at the bar, happily enjoying a beer with some friends, when the bartender says, "hey Steve, aren't you looking for another dog?" She does dog rescue and found a long abandoned stray on Monday, just a few blocks away from here. She knows I've been looking for another Shiba Inu like Pirate for about a year now (his pic has been here before):
Well, this guy isn't a shiba, but he's a damn good dog. I met him last night and knew I was going to adopt him. I took Pirate to neutral ground this morning so they could meet, and they got along great. The new guy is about five years old, a border collie/lab mix, really laid-back, and smarter than a dog has any right to be. He and Pirate are getting along great so far. I'm calling him Bill at this point:
When he settles in and his sore footpads heal, I think I might try him in agility.
Well, this guy isn't a shiba, but he's a damn good dog. I met him last night and knew I was going to adopt him. I took Pirate to neutral ground this morning so they could meet, and they got along great. The new guy is about five years old, a border collie/lab mix, really laid-back, and smarter than a dog has any right to be. He and Pirate are getting along great so far. I'm calling him Bill at this point:
When he settles in and his sore footpads heal, I think I might try him in agility.
Pet stores suck. 
