A new puppy has come to live and chew-up things at our house. His name is Gustav, which is a very dignified name for a puppy, so for now, we will call him Gus. Here he is pictured with his brother, Ranger. Gus is the guy in the back.
Gus was born, in early September, to a nice little family who lives on a farm. His mama, Amanda, has had a rough life but has overcome her many obstacles. Abandoned by her last family, Amanda lay beside the country road where she was left for several days. She had given up hope and had just decided to stay put in-case her people changed their mind. My nephew drove by what he thought was a dead dog on his way to work for the better part of a week, until one morning, he saw her move. Stopping his truck, KP soon decided that the sweet Amanda was alive, though maybe not for long. He loaded her up and took her to his own mama, my sister Susan. Under Susan's gentle hands, Amanda soon started eating and enjoying her world once again.
Amanda, according to the vet, has Border Collie and Carter roots. Not sure what Carter is and can't seem to find anything when I've googled the breed. Supposedly a cattle dog.
Enter Chuck Norris onto the scene, (known simply as Chuck to his family and friends). Chuck is a Great Pyrennees and the gaurdian of my younger nephew, Jordan's flock of sheep. He's a very big boy and loves everyone, including the sweet Amanda. It was love at first sight for Chuck when he first layed eyes on the beautiful red-haired young lady. Amanda, who had some issue's with trust, wasn't quite so sure, but it didn't take her long to return the loving looks that Chuck was sending her way. Well, as you know, one thing can lead to another and before long, Amanda and Chuck were the proud parents of five bouncing baby boys. Yes, you heard my right. Five BOYS! All boys. Good golly, Miss Molly!
Pictures were posted to Facebook and the family album quickly filled up with the latest new arrivals. How could a girl resist? So, with much gnashing of teeth, I made the decision, with Riff saying, "Get one if you want", to bring a new puppy into our world. Gus is, at 9 weeks old, 22 pounds and already my protector and friend.
What a sweet, sweet boy!