Sam (formerly known as Doozer. Awful, awful name for a dog!) came from the animal shelter on Thursday after spending 16 days in their care. He was found wandering the locality with no I.D tag, no microchip & very hungry.
The rescue centre, along with me, think that Sam was a Christmas pup & once he grew up a bit the novelty & hard work of having an animal like a dog had worn off & so he was dumped.
No missing posters for Sam.
Or indeed worried phonecalls to local vets, shelters or Police for a lost dog.
Sam had served his purpose & was out on his ear.
No longer wanted or loved enough.
Until he arrived with us on Thursday, a bounding bundle of fluff & sloppy tongue with liquid chocolate eyes, an endearing personality & a deep love for his new tennis ball. And an even deeper love for cuddles.
He knows he isn't allowed in the kitchen & will stand to the side of the doorway, peeping round & edging further in until you catch him when you turn around & he slinks back off to his bed, throwing you a "how could you refuse me?" look on his way.
His first night here was punctuated by a thumping tail when I came down to get a drink & a wet nose nudging my hand until he was sent back to bed. Saying goodnight with a quick stroke of his velvety ears & on my way back upstairs, still hearing the thumping beat of his tail at the sound of a human.
His eagerness to be everybody's friend & to please them in whatever way he can.
Taking a curious interest in the rats but a slightly alarmed one as well! Especially when he has his nose to the bars, ears pricked & one of the rats took it upon themselves to sneeze on him. The shock on his face was comical.
After having his ears stroked, viewing my lap as a more than suitable headrest.
Sam is here to stay.
More photos to follow :o)