The wonder mutt
I talk a lot about my dumb dog, Bucket. You may wonder about the name. We got him from Petco on adoption day. I didn't go looking for a dog. He kind of found us. We took him out on a leash, got to know him a little bit and left the store. As we drove through the parking lot, I told the wife, "Something tells me we gotta get this dog". I don't know what it was, but I knew Bucket was meant to be a part of our family. It wasn't until about a month ago that I knew why.
I literally gave my last penny to get Bucket. We didn't pick the name. He came with it. He was found wandering around by Smith & Edwards. After a time, nobody claimed him, so he was rescued by a family who rescues animals. He was named Bucket, because as the woman told us, her husband said he's so dumb he has to carry his brains around in a bucket. The name kind of stuck and here we are.
As I write this, he's playing with his favorite chew toy, Katie. Bucket is just a puppy at heart. The beagle is just dumb. She too, was a rescue dog and a gift to me from the wife when we moved into the house. She got Katie, about half dead, from a charity that rescues animals. Katie is a mutant for a beagle. She's about the biggest one I've ever seen but she has such a sweet personality. Bucket thinks Katie is his plaything. I love the beagle. She's my dog. The wonder mutt, though, well, you just can't help but love the big, lurpy, slobbery thing.
He's so jealous when he's not the center of attention. He'll nuzzle himself until he's right next to you. You have to pet him. You don't have a choice. He MAKES you.
I'm watching him now, rolling onto his back. For the moment, he's lost interest in the beagle.
I can't keep a collar on the beagle. For some reason, Bucket can't stand collars and he's chewed through every one we've had on her since we've had him. I have a seat belt in the truck he had an issue with, too. I have to buy him a new leash. He ate through the one that was attached to him while he was waiting for the dog catcher the other day. When I got him back, the leash was tied to his collar, with the clip end still attached to his collar, dangling down like a necktie on a man. If Bucket could reach his own neck with his teeth, he would be collar-less as well. Bucket has some real issues with carpet, too. He ate the carpet underneath my bed.
When he runs through the house, he leaps. It's like watching a Gazelle run through the house. He can clear a four foot fence like a deer. Dumb dog. And he sheds like crazy. I try the best I can to keep the hairs off my jackets but the running joke at work is that my coat is from the JC Penney dog hair collection. We have to sweep at least every day just to pick up the dog hair. Brushing doesn't help. I've just learned to live with it and accept it as part of having Bucket be a part of my life. He makes me laugh.
That's Bucket, the wonder mutt. As I mentioned, there was a reason I had to have this dumb dog. I found out what that was the time he ran away from home and was gone for the weekend. If you'd like to know, read the post about my dog "Max". God used Bucket to get me to hear Him.
I love that dumb dog.
I literally gave my last penny to get Bucket. We didn't pick the name. He came with it. He was found wandering around by Smith & Edwards. After a time, nobody claimed him, so he was rescued by a family who rescues animals. He was named Bucket, because as the woman told us, her husband said he's so dumb he has to carry his brains around in a bucket. The name kind of stuck and here we are.
As I write this, he's playing with his favorite chew toy, Katie. Bucket is just a puppy at heart. The beagle is just dumb. She too, was a rescue dog and a gift to me from the wife when we moved into the house. She got Katie, about half dead, from a charity that rescues animals. Katie is a mutant for a beagle. She's about the biggest one I've ever seen but she has such a sweet personality. Bucket thinks Katie is his plaything. I love the beagle. She's my dog. The wonder mutt, though, well, you just can't help but love the big, lurpy, slobbery thing.
He's so jealous when he's not the center of attention. He'll nuzzle himself until he's right next to you. You have to pet him. You don't have a choice. He MAKES you.
I'm watching him now, rolling onto his back. For the moment, he's lost interest in the beagle.
I can't keep a collar on the beagle. For some reason, Bucket can't stand collars and he's chewed through every one we've had on her since we've had him. I have a seat belt in the truck he had an issue with, too. I have to buy him a new leash. He ate through the one that was attached to him while he was waiting for the dog catcher the other day. When I got him back, the leash was tied to his collar, with the clip end still attached to his collar, dangling down like a necktie on a man. If Bucket could reach his own neck with his teeth, he would be collar-less as well. Bucket has some real issues with carpet, too. He ate the carpet underneath my bed.
When he runs through the house, he leaps. It's like watching a Gazelle run through the house. He can clear a four foot fence like a deer. Dumb dog. And he sheds like crazy. I try the best I can to keep the hairs off my jackets but the running joke at work is that my coat is from the JC Penney dog hair collection. We have to sweep at least every day just to pick up the dog hair. Brushing doesn't help. I've just learned to live with it and accept it as part of having Bucket be a part of my life. He makes me laugh.
That's Bucket, the wonder mutt. As I mentioned, there was a reason I had to have this dumb dog. I found out what that was the time he ran away from home and was gone for the weekend. If you'd like to know, read the post about my dog "Max". God used Bucket to get me to hear Him.
I love that dumb dog.
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