Picture this: you and your sister are driving up a mountain road to go for a hike in the High Sierras. It’s a gorgeous 75 degree day, the music is loud, the road is curvy, and the vibes are high. Then, on the side of the highway in the middle of no where, a dog is sitting on the shoulder.
The dog looks so much like Whiskey that you both do a double take.
Of course, you pull over because it hasn’t occurred to either of you that this dog may not be friendly. But, your intuition is correct because the dog trots right up to you, licks your hand, and jumps in your car. What do you do?
If you are S and I, you look over the dog and determine that he’s neutered, male, no collar, skinny, and filthy, but otherwise in one piece. Then you take a moment to ask the Universe why you and why now. And you complain about how bad he smells all the way to the vet.
Long story short: the dog was abandoned… but not for long because we took him with us back to our cabin to meet the three dogs and five other people already living there at the moment. We named him Chance. Like from Homeward Bound.
Two of our friends who were with us were tossing around the idea of getting a dog before Chance jumped into our car, and they took it as a sign from the Universe that he was meant to be. Thank the Universe because I was not emotionally prepared to have three dogs in my house. However, they have to finish moving so Chance has been kicking it with Oli and Frankie the last two weeks.
He has some quirks:
– eats bread off the counter
– splays out in the kitchen alone and growls at nothing (the spirits?)
– kind of tips himself over when he pees because he lifts his leg too high
– total escape artist
But otherwise, he is a great dog that knows basic commands, respects boundaries, and has no interest in our cat. So all in all, I am hopeful that Chance is going to be a great fit in his new home.
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