So my boss found a dog that was dumped in his neighborhood. He put him in the garage overnight and then told me he had done "all he could" and was going to take him to animal control. Well, down in South Texas, a surrendered dog will be killed within three days. Yeah. So we did what I believe any decent human would do and brought him home to foster. I named him Harrison. We took him for his checkup and then to lose his two best friends on Tuesday. He's a cool little guy.
When I brought him home he didn't know what toys were. And he didn't know what treats were. Any dog I've ever heard of comes running when they hear that treat bag crinkle. But not him. Needless to say that has been remedied.
He appears to be a Chihuahua, dachshund, rat terrier? Mix. Anyway. Here's a couple photos(note the donut anti-lick collar) and cheers to the underdogs!
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