Tha Dawg Pound

OK, so my impetuous husband bought a dog.
He bought a $20 mutt dog from a family selling a litter on the side of the road out of their pickup truck.
How much more hick-ville can you get? The dog was not chewing tobacco at the time of purchase, but I have no such information about the former owners.

We let Elizabeth name the new dog. She initially named him Doggie, then Ruff. We later changed his name to Rocky. She still just calls him Doggie.
Right now Rocky is living on our front porch, which is really like a big deck, we're finally getting good use out of the baby gate as it is blocking the stairs thus creating a big doggie playroom out of the deck.
He sleeps in a cardboard box that formerly held a shop vac. He poops everywhere. His pee dries so fast, I can't find it - though, it's probably everywhere too.





Elizabeth loves this dog. She spent a half hour this afternoon out on the front porch covering him with a blanket and watching him wriggle his way out. It was quite entertaining, I will admit.







Though I wasn't really prepared to have a dog, I have to say, the little mutt is growing on me.
I always did love Rocky. If we get another dog, we'll have to name it Drago.