IN FLORIDA 20 APRIL 2016
Andréa writes: So I'm puttering around on Wednesday morning, planning my day, waiting for the yard guys to come over and put down sod in the backyard. BJ calls: Can you go to Tampa RIGHT NOW to pick up a dog?! He's free and his people don't want him. Luckily, no one needs MY help to lay sod (and frankly, you do NOT want to watch people tear up your entire back yard; better to just see the results) I GOOGLEMAP the address, set my Garmin and take off for parts (literally) unknown, somewhere in the Tampa area. A two-hour drive (Ms Garmin took me the long way 'round), I come to a ramshackle house, surrounded by decrepit cars; inside is CROWDED with furniture, knickknacks and other signs of hoarding, as well as four Shih Tzus and Buster Brown.
With no questions asked, Buster Brown is handed over to me. I put on a harness and leash, thinking to walk him before we start the drive home. HE PANICS AND TIES ME UP! Obviously, he's ever been walked. Fine then, in the car we go . . . I pick him up (he's a big galoot!), put him in the crate (which he doesn't like) and off we go.
The trip home took a bit more than an hour, with Ms Garmin recalculating all the way. Not a peep from Buster Brown, tho.
Here he is, bowlegs and all . . . A bit overweight and underhaired, but that will improve with time.
No matter how he sits or lies . . . . . . he just doesn't really fit in the small beds . . . . . . but I DID convince him he looks better with his ears UP. So where's the bed that's JU-U-U-UST RIGHT??

LATER THAT EVENING . . . HERE