Meet - Tonto.
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Finally, we started feeding him bread because it didn't look like he was going home either way. The day before we had to leave we took him to the humane society in Heber Springs - just a short thirty minute drive from where we were in Arkansas - and gave him up.
An hour later, we went back and got him. Fate is funny that way.
We found out from a neighbor that three or four dogs get dropped off a week at the little isle where my grandfather's lakehouse is located (it's called Mystic Isle - isn't that pretty?). We're not sure what Tonto's background is - he's terrific with every person he's come in contact with so far and he seems half trained because he never barks, chews, or acts aggressive. We took him to the vet on Monday, and the vet said that he is only eight weeks old.
I've started calling him our providential puppy. The exact day that we decided to keep him was the exact day that my grandparent's had to put their dog of fourteen years to sleep. So now they have a new grandpuppy to spoil!
Isn't he gorgeous? After some research, we decided that he's a shar pei lab mix, meaning he's the most perfect family dog you could ever want. And he loves us a lot.
Before we decided to keep him, he slept outside on the porch every single night outside my parent's bedroom.
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PS: For the record, he is tied with my rabbit for cuteness...