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Welcome to the Muddy and Roger Show!

Last week I wandered into Brother Wolf Animal Shelter to pet the puppies. It's what I do when I am in that neighborhood. It was mobbed. I swear, every child in Buncombe Co was getting an animal. One I kinda liked was gone by my second round. There was wild activity.

As I watched all these kids, I thought, kids need puppies. I need a dog. I came upon a pen with a fluffy little guy and what turned out to be, when he finally lumbered over, an extremely overweight short black and brown guy, and was drawn to them, or rather their story and their relationship. Their owner died recently and the owner's brother works in China so he had to surrender them. One is a 12 yr old Maltese, Muddy, with some health issues and the other is an obese "Lab mix," Roger. "Lab mix" is a common description at shelters, but I haven't found anything about Roger that is Lab--hey maybe they mean they mixed a bunch of stuff in a LAB! That's it!

Anyway, they are an odd couple, not really my type, and do I need two dogs? It also occurred to me--who else is going to keep these guys together? Guess that would be me. So how crazy am I? We shall see.

It took a couple days for me to get them. The Shelter folks are very concerned about Muddy--he has a hernia that can be corrected with surgery that is dangerous and icky and expensive. Muddy is adorable and spunky and feisty and TWELVE + years old. Turns out he's also pretty deaf...oh, and is missing a lot of teeth. And is not quite clear on the indoor outdoor where one goes to the bathroom concept. Roger is becoming increasingly less mellow--in a good way. He loves to walk which should help with the poundage--he can even hop around when excited and he runs like a crazy dude in the wet grass, of which there is a lot in rainy western North Carolina. Otherwise, he's pretty happy to do whatever we're doing.

Because of Muddy's possible future under the knife, I have the dogs as a foster owner. Tomorrow, we are supposed to decide what happens next. I think they are doing it this way because that way the operation would be their problem, financially. Frankly, the scene at the front desk of the shelter was so frantic, I didn't ask a lot of questions. I so admire the work they do and so couldn't do it myself.

Meanwhile, I am calling this the Land of Misfits as we get to know each other. It is nice to have the company. It is a bit of a challenge not to step on Muddy--he's often under foot and doesn't seem to show up on my radar all the time! No damage so far.

Oh and funny story. Loveeta got a new old dog about the same time Roger and Muddy showed up. So now in the neighborhood, we have Sam Frank and Roger. I told the vet tech that they other day and she said "I see a poker game in the future...they're gonna start getting together...cigars could be involved." I liked that. I took the hounds to the vet to weigh Roger. His paperwork says he weighs 25 lbs. Turns out it's more like 65. After reading the scale, the same woman said, "I can't wait to see what you do with him..." meaning getting the weight off.

And so the story begins. You will undoubtedly get future chapters in coming editions.

PS. Something is weird with this website so that I can't seem to save pictures of them to it. I have put some on Facebook...https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10200864809797275&set=pb.1075330452.-2207520000.1375374880.&type=3&theater