Pound Puppy

My little brother recently moved out of my dad's house and took the co-owned miniature Daschund "Sprocket" with him. Dad has been fighting a 'custody battle' with Josh for several weeks now. The thing is; it's Josh's dog. Today I went to the pound and picked up a pooch they called Ironman. So far, his name is Buster. Josh went to the pound with me and that's what he called the mutt. We picked him up and Josh scattered, citing 'things he had to do.' I think he was just scared to show up and hand a dog to Dad.

Buster and I get in the car and he crawls into my lap, where he stays for the whole ride. We go to Petsmart where I get him flea medicine, a leash, collar, chew toys, and puppy chow.

I leave Buster in the car while I go and find Dad. I throw Dad the package of flea medicine and say "Happy Early Father's Day!" He gives me a "What the heck?" kind of look so I tell him "The rest is in the car." Then I Really get the look. We go outside and I introduce Dad to Buster.

He likes the dog! Thank Goodness because I had no back up plan for the pup. Buster sits when told, walks well on a leash, comes when called, and is the cutest little ball of fleas this side of the Mississippi.

Hooray for matchmaking!