The time has come to talk of many things: of shoes, and ships, and sealing wax, of cabbages and kings, and why the bristle-nosed chupacabra my doorbell chose to ring.
OK, so he didn’t literally ring the doorbell, but he kept breaking out of the fence at my neighbor’s house, and coming to my door. He showed up at the front door repeatedly, then one day, he showed up at the back kitchen door, having managed to find a tiny hole in the gate to squeeze through. My neighbor had been fostering him for months, and no one wanted to adopt him. At less than a year old, he’s had at least three owners that we know of.
And here he was, auditioning to be Our Dog. Now, I’m not a huge dog person. I don’t hate them, but they don’t appeal to me the way that cats do. My husband is the same way. So imagine our surprise when we found ourselves actually considering adopting him. He kept coming over and spending the day with us. During those visits, he ingratiated himself with the cats. Apparently he was perfectly aware of just who he had to convince, and it wasn’t the humans.
So we adopted him five weeks ago.
He’s a true Treasure Valley mutt. He looks like he’s made out of spare parts. The back end is dachshund, the front end is chihuahua, and the nose and ears and wiry fur are anyone’s guess. He weighs in at 9#. We’re calling him a teacup Bristlenose Chupacabra. I love the reactions we get when we answer the “What kind of dog is he?” questions. I do kind of wonder how many people have googled “chupacabra breeders in Boise.” We named him “Hankenstein Monster.” “Hank,” for short.
He’s been good for me, and for us. He reminds me to take a break from work, periodically. He’s cut down my afternoon anxiety attacks dramatically, and also has motivated both my husband and I to walk more. I used to walk upwards of 10 miles a day, before I owned a car. Now I’m lucky if I get in 1/2 a mile. This month, my goal is to get a walk in five days a week, with little Hankenstein. His stamina wasn’t too good when we first adopted him. A mile left him exhausted. That’s not a good sign for a dog his age. Now he can cheerfully go 4.5 miles. Walking is good for the all three of us.
We love him.
I mean, look at that face.
Miles walked today: 5.22
Miles walked this month: 5.22
Time walked today: 1 hr 39 min
Total time: 1 hr 39 min
ps. I’m tracking it using the free version of the “Map My Walk” app. I’ll probably wind up purchasing the app once I get paid for my most recent Elance contract.