Are some
things just meant to be? I had never gone on the team runs for a few years now
and yet when I did go for the first time earlier this week, I was rewarded with
a disproportionate bonus.
Right
after we completed our run, a bunch of us were standing around outside the park
and chatting, when, literally, out of nowhere this little fellow appeared
whining and generally looking very lost. Irresistible in every sense, the fat
puppy just had to be lifted up. We all looked around for the owner but he was
obviously alone.
Carrying
home was a tougher task than I anticipated, as he was quite the solid mass of
little dog. A warm bath with baby shampoo and some milk did wonders to the
scared champ and he tentatively started exploring the house. We had no idea
(and still don’t) of things to come.
The vet
said he was fine except for his body being overloaded with ticks and fleas.
Quite healthy overall was the prognosis. As far as his origins, the suspicion
was a St. Bernard/German Shepherd mix.
A good
24 hours was spent trying to come up with a name for him and as is wont,
suggestions ranged from outlandish to bizarre (someone suggested we name him ‘Cat’
just to confuse him).
Long
story short, Rogue has taken to our family like the ticks to his body. Our
older Golden Zak has not a moment of peace. Rogue has decided to live up to his
name. Nothing is safe from him, no more dangling your feet carelessly down,
shoes and wires are all fair game. He approaches life and people with an open
mind and if he can get in a nibble or two in the bargain, all the better!
No final
verdict on his breed but there’s a strong chance that he might be an Akita.
Time will tell but in the meantime, Rogue continues to charm his way into our
home and our hearts. This one’s a keeper for sure!