I am beginning to think Gomer thinks that I am his mama.  I got to thinking this when, on our 6 am walk this morning, he walked up our walkway steps before I even did.  Not that I don’t adore the little dude.  I do.  I think he’s so completely out of this world cool.  In fact I’m starting to sound like a damn broken record. A door to door saleswoman, if you will.  I can often be overheard saying (enter monotone voice) - “Gomer is so low maintenance.  Gomer is so laid back.  I hardly ever know he’s even in my home.  Wouldn’t you love to have a little Gomer of your own?”  Blah, blah, blah, blah.  It’s all true but stop me when you’ve heard me say it 1,000 times, or have I exceeded that by a thousand?

It makes me wonder why poor little Gomer has not found his forever home.  OK, he’s no lab and he’s no golden retriever.  He is, as I say, the underdog.  But when did we stop rooting for the underdog?  He is a dog, a living, breathing, being – with a story, just like you and me.  As we walk him through town, person after person stops us and asks about him – people seem to ooh and aah, and want to take him home but no one ever takes that leap of faith.  This is the guy to take the leap of faith on.  He likes to play, is friendly, lays around quietly in the house – not making a fuss about much.  Walks great on his leash – goes in his crate like a trooper and once in sits down and doesn’t make a peep…..I don’t know what else to do to make G-man more marketable.  We’ve taken him to the pet store, downtown, to the farmer’s market – you name it!  I’d attach balloons to him but I think he might float away.  So, if you know ANYONE who might be interested in the man of the hour (man of the month, really), please send him our way – the longer he stays, the more settled he gets in our home and the harder it is for him to leave.  I certainly don’t expect all of our dogs to get adopted in 24 or 48 hours.  Even a week is an exceptional amount of time but we’re going on a month now – it’s certainly for not loving him - I do – I just need him, want him to find his forever home – after all, that’s why we’re doing this and the quicker we find that home, the more dogs we can save.

On funnier note – I thought you would get a chuckle out of the carnage that goes on in a house of 7 dogs – if I had chalk, I would have done the outline.  A new or gently used “stuffed animal” or squeaker toy lasts, generally, 1-2 days in this house, and I’m not even kidding (and these are just the indoor toys – the outdoor toys are not photographable).  If the toy has stuffing, the stuffing will promptly be removed.  If there is a squeaker involved, it will also be dissected.  We’re not sure why – maybe it annoys them, we don’t know.

the carnage

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