I kept getting this nagging feeling that we should hit the pound. It lasted about a week. Nagging, nagging and nagging me, until four years ago today, Tim came home and as soon as he got in the door I said, "we gotta go to the pound."
"I dunno. But we gotta go today."
So we did and as soon as we opened the door to where the pups were all held, there was Bug. Front right kennel, all bones and sitting there as if to say, "What took you so long?"
I turned to Tim and pointed at her and said, "That's why we're here."
We got her on the spot and at the counter I asked them, how long had she been here. The guys said, "about a week. We just brought her out. We had her in the back because she wasn't healthy enough to be adopted yet." He explained that she and her sister were found in a ditch. Her sister had just been adopted. Then he added, "good thing you got her, she would not have lasted the weekend." Meaning she was too cute and would be adopted quickly.
And let me tell ya about Bug, her full name is Bogár which is relative to Bug in Hungarian. She is a loud mouth little brat and I love her to bits. She is super smart and if I cut or burn myself in the kitchen, Bug makes a mad dash to check on me. She's half shepherd, half beagle and all trouble.
Her hobbies include stealing all of Tim's hats, snuggling with her sister, holding hands (she loves that), and licking Tim's stinky after work bald head (her most favorite).