What?! YOU haven't heard of this day?! Today is the one year anniversary of when Clyde went to Tim's house "for just two days." I guess this requires a little back story for those of you that don't know the story. For those of you that know the story, scroll down for pictures!
A year ago on March 17th I was driving home late from Tim's house. We had watched some Redbox movie, so I was going to stop on the way home to drop it off. There are two places RIGHT next to my house. Anyone that knows me can testify to the fact that I'm a creature of habit. Every time I go to a certain restaurant I order the same thing. I only drink Diet Coke when I order my soda. I never change the way I do things. I always drive home the same exact way. This drives Tim crazy :P
However, this night for some reason my mind kept thinking of all the different ways to get home. Instead of taking my usual exit, I drove an extra 1.5 miles to another exit. I felt like such a rebel. {Yes, I know I'm lame.} As I'm driving down this snaky road I have to decide to take a left or go straight...I actually struggled with this decision...Oy vey! I finally made a last minute decision as the light approached. The car turned right. I was all over the place this night. I was out of control!
I quickly changed my mind again and turned immediately into the Walgreen's parking lot. That is where I found this little guy:
Say it with me, "AWWWWWW!"
How could I leave this sweet little scared puppy? I couldn't!!! He came right up to me, looking very timid and hungry. He had no collar on and he was emaciated. You could see all his little ribs. I gently approached him and pet him a little bit. He was very sweet, but cautious. I ran inside the store to ask if anyone knew anything about the dog, and they said he'd been hanging around and they'd be calling the pound to come get him.
BAM! HOOK LINE AND SINKER....This little guy is coming home with ME!
I called him over to me, picked him up and put him in my car. The next day we were driving to San Antonio to come see my grandparents and great grandma. I couldn't leave him at my house. I have three of my own dogs, and we didn't even know if this little guy was sick or not.
In the morning I was able to take a better look at him and saw that he was a purebred brindle Boxer. His tail was clipped and he was fixed. I thought that surely he would have a microchip. Some one obviously spent A LOT of money on him. I ran to my vet, they checked him a few times. No dice.
My neighbor has a Boxer that is his shadow. Max goes everywhere my neighbor goes. So I went three doors down and knocked on his door, told him the whole story and he decided to come take a look. By this time, the puppy and I were buddies, so when we came to the gate on the side of the house we were greeted with the "hula." That's how he wags his tail since he only has a nubbin. My neighbor fell in love. However, he too, had three dogs at home and couldn't take another one. But man did he want this little guy.
Ok, time to make some other arrangements that don't include the pound. I called the local Boxer rescues. They were all full and wanted me to leave him at the pound and if they had a spot open they'd come get him. I DON'T THINK SO!!!
Alright, I'm getting desperate. Last resort. I shoot Tim a text asking him if he knows anyone that may want a Boxer puppy. He actually texted me back asking for details about the little guy. YES! I immediately called him and practically begged him to watch the puppy at least for two days til I came home and would figure out what to do with him. {While secretly praying Tim would fall in love and keep him} Tim agreed to puppy sit for the weekend!!!
After I dropped off the little guy I ran back to my house to load up the car and leave. Before driving 2 miles from my house Tim called and while we were talking he said the dog's name was Clyde. SUCCESS!!!!
One year and 30 lbs later, this is Mr. Clyde Wiggle-Nubbin ***** (You don't really need his last name, do ya?):
He's such a nutty dog. He always wants to play and is always keeping us laughing. I love this dog and can't imagine not having a Boxer as a future pet. Here are some other pictures of Clyde:
Being nosy:
And that is the story of Mr. Clyde. The most wicked-awesome Boxer in the world!
