April 12, 2009. Easter. Resurrection day.
Damn near for two shaggy little dogs. saying hi:
(That isn't puppy prison -we just put them in our storage building to allow them to calm down.)
To summarize, some guy showed up mid-day Sunday with two cardboard boxes, tied shut with twine. Each had a bound dog in it.
Some woman (?) told him to throw them away at the dump.
She bothered to mention that we might take them.
What do you say to that? I suppose it's obvious what we said:
I didn't think to get the camera until we had them nearly untied:
This little girl is the more frightened of the two.
She has an enormous under-bite and managed to get a little piece of Sean:
This little girl is 2 or 3 years old (my best guess) and looks like she just weened a litter.
She's very sweet.
Someone tried to give her a haircut and gave up:
First bath -horribly infested with fleas and ticks:
Notice the thumb bandage and the audience:
Second bath, just as gross, with a bigger crowd:
These two have had a bad day:
Monday -feeling a little better.
We're calling them April (l) and Maggie (r):
If someone is interested in adopting one, or both, of them, let me know.
Also, if there are any itinerant dog-groomers reading this that would like to spend some time at the beach...
*Update: April has gone from terrified mess to being Sean's enthusiastic truck-dog.