A little over a year ago, this starving hitchhiker climbed aboard my motorhome. He was super tired, very skinny, having little to say for himself. He looked out the window while I was driving, let out a shriek of panic, then closed his eyes, shrinking down in the seat, refusing to open his eyes, or look out the window again until I was stopped.
He didn't care where we went or what we did, as long as he got to go for the ride.
And sleep in my bed.
He had no money, but didn't asked for anything, except to sleep in my bed at night. I discovered he had embarrassing bathroom habits coupled with phobias about lots of things.
He was frightened of everything, preferring to be cuddled while he mostly snoozed, occasionally eating teeny tiny bits of food. I started spending money on him, buying him things, coaxing him outside for walks, which he seemingly hated. But he loved the trips to the store. Shopping began to excite him.
Most of the time, he wouldn't go in the store with me. However, he loved searching the bags when I came back out to the motorhome, quickly snatching out anything that looked like it might be for him. He delighted in showering me with love and kisses. He showed pure excitement and wonder with the gifts.
After a week, I was positive I had made a huge mistake. I wasn't sure how to get myself out of this delicate pickle. I felt terribly sorry for him. When a week later, someone offered to take him off my hands, I thought about it.
But he was starting to come around, eating a bit more, putting on a tiny bit of much needed weight, beginning to enjoy our walks together, actually showing some enthusiasm towards life. His bathroom habits vastly improved. He actually endured bathing now and then. Between baths, he let me spritz him with some masculine stuff to hide his odors. He began being real playful, actually interested in me, as if he had just noticed, I came with the motorhome and was more than just a warm body to snuggle up to at night.
So I let him stay.
Matter of fact, he's still here today, looking like a junk yard mutt, but happy as can be.
I think it's safe to say, we fell in love with each other, at some point.
His trademark look, is one ear up, one ear down, and chronic bad hair days. I groom, I brush, I spritz with Pawfume Spray. He shakes his silly head until he looks like a ragamuffin, then he is happy with his style.
Here is what he looks like with both ears down.
Now here he is with both ears up!
Not only is he fun to play with, but making fun of his pictures, is hilarious!