Recently, my husband went to the dog pound. Austin has a friend whose mother works there. Kevin was picking up the friend. Well, Kevin picked up more than Austin’s friend. He picked up Brutus.
Kevin called me and asked if we could foster a dog. He had been at the pound too long and they would put him down soon. If we fostered him then we could give him a longer chance. Our town has a 5 pet limit and Brutus would have us exceed that but the pound knows us a little too well and they were willing to turn a blind eye to it.
An hour after we got Brutus home, Kevin called the pound to let them know that the Brutus had a home. Kevin just wanted to see how the three girl dogs would take to him. My daschund hates everyone but the other dogs loved him. So we have 4 dogs now.
Brutus is a basset hound, german shepherd mix. I’m sure there is more to him than that but those are the two most obvious breeds. We put him at about 3ish. He is not fixed but that is on the agenda. Luckily the girls are. He is a pretty good dog. He occasionally pees in the house. We are having a tough time with that. Hopefully once he is fixed that will diminish completely. He was also food agressive but that is diminishing as well. He will now easily take food out of our hand and he is getting much better at the dog bowl. And he is learning tricks and commands. If we tell him to show us his teeth he pulls his lips up and shows us his pearly whites. He is also doing pretty good with “sit” and “easy.”
So here is Mr. Brutus: