Saddest Pup
I forgot my Soylent this morning, so we stopped at McDonald’s for breakfast. Then I spent all day trying to come up with a good collection of music for the company picnic this weekend. Things were pretty quiet, so it was a good day to just hunch over with my headphones on. I couldn’t decide on lunch, and ended up going to Wendy’s, which turned out to be a great choice.
The afternoon was still quiet and a bit boring until we headed home. I stopped by the old house to see if maybe my old phone was there, but it wasn’t. When we got home, Muad’Dib took off after something as soon as he got out of the car. I walked to the end of the driveway, and then I saw our old neighborhood friend, who I had aptly named Feyd-Rautha.
I got both dogs into the backyard and called everyone out to see them. Feyd looked better, but still had a ton of hair that needed to be pulled. He wasn’t as boney, but was still really skinny, and his nails had grown out like he hadn’t been able to grind them down on anything. I took them both for a short run to my parents’ house, avoiding the creepy house at the end of the street. Dad didn’t want to keep him, but Summer wanted to take him to animal control rather than return him to the people that had him.
He didn’t eat any of the food or treats I tried to give him outside, and he just immediately laid down on the porch when I’d leave. He had been jumpy and skittish any time there was a loud sound or abrupt activity. I held the leash up a few times and it seemed like maybe he had been beat by one before, but I could have been reading into it. I just hope we don’t start a feud with the creeps at the end of the road.
Muad’Dib was clearly jealous of the attention he wasn’t getting, but they seemed to enjoy playing with one another. Summer says she’ll take care of him tomorrow, so we’ll see what happens then.
Cousin? Is that right?