Small Dog Sunday

Well, we knew it was going to be a long night when the transport guy, Randall, posted this update:

Traffic is crazy this weekend!! We are way behind schedule. Here is the times:

Vince Lombardi – 7:15pm

Danbury – 9pm

Glastonbury – 10:30pm
Cranston – 12am
Westport – 12:30
Kittery – 2:30am
Scarborough – 3:30am.

Sorry again!

That’s three or four hours behind the usual schedule. (They run dogs up the coast from rescues in the South to adopters in the North every two weeks — God bless ’em). Things had been going pear-shaped for poor Randall since just after lunch — it is a glorious summer weekend in the Northeast, and everybody’s heading to the coast, the lake or the mountains, and of course, I-95 is racked with repair work, closing lanes, etc. Then, all it takes is one guy to crash… Randall spent hours on the East Coast’s main north-south artery crawling along at 20 mph.

The dogs, in their crates in the 5th wheel trailer, knew what to do: they slept.

The Blogbrother had planned to join the safari to Kittery to get Zak aka SD II. But that was before he learned it was a time more befitting undergrad boozehounds or rock stars manqués than, say, retired soldiers or software-wrangling family guys. Keith Richard’s lifestyle works, for him; we don’t want it.

We also canc’d the night’s plane-building session, on the theory that Your Humble Blogger would nap. Good luck with that. Too fired up to sleep, threw the organism into extra PT. That ensured we’d be heading to Kittery exhausted.

After a brief call with Randall around midnight, he thought they might be a little earlier than his worst-case 0230 — maybe 0200. We figured on getting there early. We packed the car with the necessities:

  1. Dog harness/leash
  2. Dog treats
  3. A dog toy (he’s supposed to have his favorite food, toy and blanket with him)
  4. A human blanket (poncho liner) in case it’s a long wait.
  5. An audiobook (ditto).
  6. Dr Pepper for caffeine
  7. The necessary paperwork.

Everything went well, considering; we were back in the Manor with a frail and very sleepy poodle at 0310; after some pleasant conversation with two other new dog adopters: a nice mom and daughter from Big City, and a very fit guy and his buddy who had an hour’s drive ahead.  

Mom & Dau had a gigantic Ford Explosion and made room in the way back for their magnificent new bloodhound: Fit Guy had a crossover and had a crate in the back for his ball-of-fire terrier/mutt puppy. 

Meh. We had the Avalon and figured New Small Dog had his pick of the front seats: lap or no lap. 

He went with lap. In fact, it’s been impossible to get enough separation to get a good photo.  We’ll try again: 


OK, he’s not at his most photogenic right now.  

Initial impressions are that he is a sweet and placid dog, affectionate by snuggling, not a licker. He seems a little frail, possibly underweight.  He’s passed on his food so far, but drank some water and accepted some bits of cheese with great enthusiasm.  He doesn’t jump on furniture but begs you to put him there.  And stairs are clearly a challenge to him.  Well house trained  

The Great Emptiness that was on the House of Hognose is at an end.  

37 thoughts on “Small Dog Sunday

  1. Sommerbiwak

    Cute. Is he fully grown?

    I for one prefer dogs that are about the size of a fox terrier. Big enough to climb stairs on their own, but still small enough to be carried with only one arm. Important for going om a high stand for hunting. Also they can easily follow you when hiking or riding a bike. Short legged dogs have to run everywhere to keep up with humans. But those are my needs and preferences.

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    “gigantic Ford Explosion”

    LOL I heard of Fords going up in flames, but not that they are selling one under this telling name. ;-)

    1. John M.

      A few years back a friend of mine got a used Lincoln Aviator for his wife. It’s the Lincoln version of the Explorer, styled rather like a mini-Navigator. He referred to it as “The Exploragator.”

      -John M.

  2. John M.

    You know, it sounds like there was a whole mess of interstate transfer of dogs going on here. Are these River of Fur guys licensed by the Bureau of Alsatians, Terriers and Foxhounds? Think of the children!

    Jokes aside, mazel tov. It sounds like you’ve got a friendly new pal.

    -John M.

  3. Matt

    I’d like to get another pooch, but with my work schedule and lack of housemates, it wouldn’t be fair to the creature. Have to get my dog fix at work, for now.

  4. CHOtto

    i’m of the opinion that dogs can be better companions than people. The dog isn’t going to critize or bitch (ha!), they are always happy to see you, they listen incredibly well and can tell them anything (almost therapist qualityas long as your not looking for feedback) and will love you regardless of your faults. Can’t say that about most of the women i’ve dated. Mans best friend or a reason. Glad to hear you got some company.

    1. 11B-Mailclerk

      Lock your woman and your dog in a closet for six hours. Which one is glad to see you when you open the door?

      Not original by me, but it definitely points to a truth.

    2. Boat Guy

      Good company – and they attract gals like nothing else. Great initial screening device; if the gal likes dogs and knows how to relate to them that’s an easy +2 in my estimation.

  5. Jim

    Glad to hear you finally received some replacement company…looks to be about the average size of a normal dog’s food/poop though.

    My father (more accurately, my father’s wife) has a propensity for that particular size and shape of dog, which I spent the last few weeks babysitting during cruise season, and I can’t say I dislike them after that. Just too small to be useful on a farm.

  6. James

    Enjoy the company of the new family member,adoption the way to go no matter what breed(prefer mutt crosses with Sheppard meself)of canine/feline you want to make part of your family.

  7. medic09

    Mazal Tov. No man should be without a dog of some sort. And I think that photo of head-on-edge-of-lap is excellent.

  8. James Sullivan

    Congratulations!

    He looks small but loyal companIonship is its own kind of service and a worthy one at that.

  9. Joe

    My (rescue) guys are a lot bigger, 36 and 32kg. But what works for you is good.

    I always thought poodles were about as naff as it was possible to get – till I had to look after two of them for a few months.

    I did have to remind a couple of kids that they did have legs and could walk all by themselves.

    Dogs are great regardless of size and attitude.

  10. Bill T

    Good on you Bro. SDII looks like he has adopted you and will enjoy Hog Manor. I have a female of that type who was rescued then the adopter let her get all matted up and infested with fleas etc. I went to his house to pick her up. She was frightened to the max and bit the crap out of my left hand. It took about 2 days to get her calmed down enough to give her a bath, de-matt her and get rid of her fleas etc., then about a week till We could handle or pet her after about 2 weeks she settled right down and joined into the family. She is ALWAYS very near either my wife or me. She thinks she’s a Rottweiler or something when someone comes to the front door. It is, after all, HER front door. Anyone who touches the door either coming or going gets barked at. Same with the doorbell. That’s about the only time she barks. I was told she is a Lhasa Apso – poodle mix. She and SDII could pass for litter-mates. I hope he fits right in. Looks like he has a good start.

  11. LSWCHP

    Good onya mate. Most dogs I’ve known have been better people than most people I’ve known. Unquestioning love, loyalty and companionship…what more could a man want?

    I’m currently dogless due to ex-wife circumstances but I hope to fix that next year.

    1. morokko

      Yeah, they have no match as a forces of occupation, when it comes to armchairs, sofas and kitchens. Absolute rule, total ruthlessness.

      1. robroysimmons

        Our cats are the night time security patrols thru the house, dogs being the second line of defense, followed up by S&W if needed. Daytime our cockatiel is the first warning of any human approaching our house, then dogs, cats can’t be bothered.

        1. KenWats

          I don’t know if I’d call what our cats do at night “night time security patrols”. More like presence patrols (maybe?), with lots of chasing of toys, loud screaming/meowing, and crashing into things. Bonus points if they meow loud enough to wake up the baby.

          They are our secondary alarm clock. Usually accomplished by plunking themselves on “dad”‘s chest and staring intently into his face until he wakes up to feed them (in the unlikely event that 17 lbs of feline distributed across four small paws is not enough to wake him up to begin with).

          Now, to bring this back on topic – congratulations on your new friend Hognose. It’s great having somebody to come home to and even better that you took in someone needing a home.

  12. Cap'n Mike

    Congrats to both of you Hognose.

    Dogs are unbeatable as companions, and the small ones are perfect house mates.

    1. Hognose Post author

      This morning, I had to deal with the question of: Take dog out first, or shower first? I went with the shower, and left the dog dozing on my bed. As I got out of the shower, and started to dry off, I heard a piteous yelp. That was a fragile little dog leaping down from a high bed. Then as I was toweling off, the dog was gamboling around my feet. When I was dry, I saw a puddle of poodle piddle on the tile. I made a note for future use: Dog first, Shower later.

      Congratulating myself on the mature, even-keeled aplomb with which I’d taken this little transgression, I stepped out of the bathroom onto the carpet of the bedroom, and felt the telltale squish between my freshly washed toes. He didn’t just pee.

      Definitely. Dog first, Shower later.

      PS.Any weird capitalization and spacing in this comment, that’s because I dictated it. Because my arms are full of slumbering dog.

      1. John D

        That’s a great dog!

        Peed on tile, crapped on carpet- both easy clean-ups.

        If you see it first……

      2. John M.

        The flip side of that is that no matter how tired you are at night, you want to let the dog out one last time right before bed.

        -John M.

  13. looserounds.com

    Did I miss a post about the last dog? I didn’t know it passed on, If that is the case I am sorry to hear.

    My favorite dog died at 16 years of age back in 2013. And it was not as easy as passing as I would have wanted for her. I did my best to ease her transition to the next.. whatever. A Siberian Husky I had grown to treat as if she was human. She slept on the couch or in bed with me. Always hogging the bed as a 120 pound dog will do what it wants and I was always to let her have her way.

    The dog I was given after her death was a beautiful German Sheppard. I had him for 4 years before some fool hit him with a car and killed him.

    Since then I have not had the heart to get another one. So many over so many years.

    As my mentor once told me “the problem with dogs are, they get to be part of the family, then when they die its near unbearable”. The local vet who is also my neighbor says ” The only the wrong with a dog is that it doesn’t live longer than you do. “

  14. Docduracoat

    I love dogs
    And cats
    I am certain my wife loves our dog more than she loves me
    I am o.k. With that
    He is a better person than I am

  15. Mike_C

    Congratulations to you both!
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    >Lock your woman and your dog in a closet for six hours. Which one is glad to see you when you open the door?
    Open the door? Yeesh. I’d be better advised to just keep driving west until I ran out of gas, then change my name, get extensive plastic surgery, and keep a low profile. (She’d undoubtedly have extricated herself from the closet well before six hours anyway.) Actual dialog, after herself read about some horrible thing a guy did to his girlfriend or wife.
    H: If anyone ever did that to me, he can forget ever going to sleep around me again, because I’d break his knees with a baseball bat one night.
    M: Well, if you ever feel the need to do that to me, be sure to slide a board or something under my legs first. Otherwise most of the force goes into compressing the mattress instead of knee-breaking.
    H: Like the problem with CPR and chest compressions on a mattress.
    M: Yep.
    H: Point.

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