Striker, Striper...

He, like me, doesn't really care what you call him.

I slapped by hip "Come on Boy! C'mon!'

He lifted his head and surveyed the area around him, then behind him...then dropped his head back down.

Thirty feet away, I knelt down and smacked the side of my leg "I am talking to you, now...C'mon!"

His big ears flopped like long hair on a little kid chasing after an ice cream truck. I could almost hear him squealing out with shock, surprise and joy..."She's talking to me! Somebody wants me! Maybe somebody l-o-v-e-s mmmmeeeeeeeee!"

Aw, but his young, excited energy was quickly spent and he found rest quite heavily in the front room of my brothers house.

Instinctively and immediately, he fell in love with everything and everyone he came in contact. He'd gladly go anywhere with anyone of us

So there we sat...

Four adults, four households and between us 54 feet, pads and paws.

Not a one of us had any business taking in four more paws.

Nope, no business what-so-ever.

Oh, but we ALL wanted to.

There's something about this small south Georgia town...you either come with dogs, leave with dogs or both.


I named him 'Striper' but often times just find myself calling him 'Striker.' Had I thought about I would have named him 'Community.' Really, he's OUR dog. Not mine.

I brought him home and the next morning took him to the vets, where he was diagnosed with a couple of different types of worms, including the dreaded heart worm. He stayed a couple nights at the vet and came back here to recuperate from the arsenic which they had to treat him with. That was a little over two weeks ago.

Yesterday, the sun was out and so was he. He had a new found light about his eyes, a swifter wag of the tail and a quicker pace to his step. He's finally starting to feel better from the first of his three treatments.

It will be close to Christmas by the time he is completely treated for all of his worms and then, bless his struggling little heart, he's gonna go transgender.

Come the New Year, he will be like a new dog.

Top Photo: Dogs, not mine, at brotherlove's place.
Center Photo, on Right: What Striper has looked like 90% of the time, the past 2 weeks...very tired, very weak.
Bottom Photo: What Striker looked like yesterday afternoon & today. We can see the light!