Meet Dexter

We have been looking for a friend for Chumley for a long time and finally one appeared in the Nashville Craig's List.

I emailed and found out he was one year old 6/10/11..
TODAY and was already neutered, up to date on shots, had his meds and Advantix and could be ours for a small rehoming fee.
I tried to tell Chum, but y'know, he doesn't speak English, so he was gonna be a surprise. 
It was a three hour drive during rush hour to pick him up and we also had to deal with Bonnaroo traffic, so by the time we got home it was 9:30pm and quite dark.


The barking began before Dexter even left the van, but Chumley was DELIGHTED and took to Dexter like a new squeaky toy.
Run. Run. Run. Like two beige bullets.
Pant. Pant. Pant.
Run. Run. Run.
Pant. Pant. Pant.
Drink a bowl of water and more running and panting and pooping in my flower box, stepping on my begonias, peeing on my petunias, run run run, pant pant pant, more water, more running.

After two and half hours of this I was exhausted, but they were just getting started. I managed to get them inside and the same routine took place, up and down the stairs, and around the center circle of the downstairs rooms until after midnight, when I gave up and crawled into bed, with both of them. There was jumping on all my softest parts, feet in the eyes, and more peeing on the floor. Luvly. Then sleep, of a sort. Dexter claimed most of my pillow and Chum slept diagonally on my bed. The leftovers were mine.
Three hours later they were at it again. Groan.
 Dexter is kinda small compared to Chum, who is, putting it mildly, a dog who never missed a meal. Chum weighs in at 28 pounds and Dexter is half that. Dainty.
His former family couldn't keep him since they became fully employed and no one was home all day. He was kept in a crate they said, but it turned out to be a small pet carrier. Awww. Poor puppy. Now he has free reign of five acres, with all the food we can keep away from Chumley, and plenty of 'activity'. Oy.

Chum thinks this was one nifty present... his own puppy.

















And along with Dexter came this great big bed and more toys! Chum makes himself at home and goes right for the big knotted rope.


 It turns out that this is Dexter's fave thing to chew, so he figures two can play this game, and finds Chum's squeaky Duck.




Hey! That's my squeaky Duck!!
There will be nothing but doggy watching for a couple of days until this all settles down.
At least I hope this all settles down.

One more thing, one tail curls to the left and one to the right. Cute enough?