Meet Harry Potter.* He showed up at our house one Tuesday morning.
He was hungry, dirty and as sweet as he could be. We decided he could use a little help so we stuck him in our back yard with some food and water and ran off to work. When I got home that night I tried to bathe away his stinks and we found this:
[This is a picture of his open wound after 2 days of antibiotics and hydrotherapy.]
For the time being he is a part of our family (or our pack and pride, as our pet sitter calls them.)
Soon we will be joining forces with a foster care organization to find a home for him. So if you know anyone who would like a Harry Potter who:
- Is a gentle, loving, and enthusiastic little dog
- Is house trained
- Is learning to sit, stay, and come
we would love to connect you with our adoption agency.**
*Eddy named Harry Potter because we often call Norman "you-know-who." If you get this reference, you are also a dork.
**Hermoine Granger and Ronald Weasley not included.