Bugsy is the bigger of our two Chiweenies, weighing in at a whopping 15 pounds. We got him when he was about 10 months old from a foster family. He had already been returned by another family, but he seemed so nice and mellow when we met him. How could someone not love this dog? We adopted him that night and he cried all the way home. It was heartbreaking.
Now, Bugsy, the slayer of many dragons, is famous in our circle of family and friends. Did I say famous, I meant to say infamous. He is so protective of his family...and hates the rest of the world. He would never attack anyone, but he barks, growls, and shakes until every last intruder has left the building. And even then, it is his duty to check every room for himself. He is not much of a guard dog, but he is quite the watch dog--he sits back and watches things happen. He'll bark to tell on our other dog, Violet, when she's getting into her daily mischief.
Bugsy, Bugsy, Bugsy...what are we going to do with you? But we've got to love him. He's part of the family, now protective of our 2.5 month old daughter, and was tax deductible. And in a past life he was a meerkat. Da Bugs.
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What a sad story before you took him in. Glad to see he's happy now. He's a cutie!
ReplyDeleteLove Bugsy! My dog is family too. I have a JRT named Fred - which I blog about ever Friday. He's my bud and has been for the last 12 years now. :)
ReplyDeleteA sad story with a happy ending.
ReplyDeleteA lovely B word for the challenge.
Yvonne.