We have a new addition to the family: Cody the BHT. Cody is 13 years old. His owner came to PetSmart yesterday and said she was looking for a home for him and she didn't want to "mess with him anymore." All of her answers to questions about him were curt and without emotion. After I got over being shocked and wanting to punch her lights out, I told her we'd take him. She brought him back to the store within about a half hour. He was filthy, had a nasty collar on, and a knotted up chain around him. He's been shaved mostly because she had thrown him out in the yard. He's lame in his back end, knees don't bend much, and his hips are obviously sore. He's got cataracts in both eyes and is hard of hearing. Patti will take him to work tomorrow to have him checked for heartworms and get his shots (which she failed to keep up). He's intact, but there seems to be an issue with one testicle, which we'll have checked, as well.

Even though he's 13 and has the usual old-doggie health problems, he's just precious! He has a wonderful, sweet nature and gets along great with the other dogs and cats. He loves people. We took him to PetSmart today to get him a nice bed and some glucosamine tabs and all my co-workers said he looked so much happier than yesterday! That made me feel good. There's a new girl in the Banfield vet who sat on the floor with me and Cody yesterday and just cried at how he looked and how unhappy he seemed. She was thrilled with him today, as were our friends with the animal shelter (who were in doing an adoption day).

So, after a good warm bath, ear cleaning and getting to know his new brothers and sisters, he seems to be adjusting very well to his new home. I know we're suckers. I readily admit it. But who wouldn't take this sweet boy in considering his age, health and home situation?!!!

Sigh. I need a raise.