Teddy

Two days ago we visited the Mendocino County Animal Shelter -- as opposed to the Mendocino Humane Society -- and came across a dog who, due to overpopulation at the shelter, had to live in the office. His name was Buddy. At first he growled at us because, after all, it was his office.

But there was something in him that just seemed to resonate with us. My wife said: "He would be a great dog." He was a Fox Terrier / Jack Russell mix. I thought: now there's a veritable uncontrollable whirlwind if ever there was one.

Two days later we visited again and took him for a walk. He was quite the gentleman.

Two days after that, we were called: we could adopt him.

Driving him down Main Street, he was already recognized by someone in a red VW. "Is that Buddy?" the driver asked. "I've walked him. Glad he got adopted!" Another person recognized him on a walk: "That Buddy? He's a great dog."

We had already adopted one dog from the Humane Society next door (back in May of 2009) -- that was our dog Lilly, documented here. It turns out that, once we acquired her trust (took about two months, though), she was and is a great dog!

That said, it turns out that Teddy appears to be the anti-Fox Terrier. He walks well on lead. He is astoundingly polite. He hasn't barked even once. We bought him a cat-bed and he's already made it his own.

He's already seemed to be making himself "at home" wherever we've been. We left the earlier motel where no dogs are allowed, and are now staying two additional nights at another "dog-friendly" motel with direct access to the ocean.

What an amazing little dog.

BZ