PLEASE ADOPT SUGAR BABY (MID TN)
My grandchildren were visiting my farm last year and found a puppy by the side of the road. Someone probably drove by the night before and threw it at my mailbox.
It’s a two-tone brown and white short-haired dog of nebulous genetic lineage, with floppy ears and eyes that are unusually large for its head, giving it a somewhat goofy look. Its eyes seems to be fixed on something a great distance off – sort of that “Glazed John” look. Also, its eyes don’t have much sparkle; it looks like the porch light’s on, but nobody’s home.
My grandchildren named it Sugar Baby, but it will answer to “Shit Head,” “Dumb Ass,” “Asshole,” “Numb Nuts,” or just about anything else. Sugar Baby likes to eat and dig holes. My yard looks like the First Marine Division’s mortar practice range.
For sport, it really enjoys chasing my chickens and ducks. It doesn’t harm them; I think it just likes to see them run with their wings flapping. When it has successfully run the chickens off their nests, it likes to suck their nice warm eggs.
Sugar Baby is bullet proof. It is actually faster than small-caliber ammunition, having the ability to literally outrun .22 rimfire rounds. When I step onto my porch with a firearm, Sugar Baby can cover the 40 yards or so across my yard and into the woods in mere milliseconds. And depending on the caliber of the gun, Sugar Baby can hit a speeds in excess of Warp Factor Five in less than 15 yards, often leaving a contrail across my yard. After a gun-encounter, the dog will stay gone for days, only returning at night to dig a hole or two, suck chicken eggs, take a dump on my porch, and bark all night under my bedroom window.
Sugar Baby has been neutered. He lost his seeds in a Hot Wheels accident on my driveway. But the dog won’t chase cars – it hates and avoids anything with wheels.
Please give Sugar Baby a good home. There will be a small reverse rehoming fee. A “reverse rehoming fee” works like this – you take the dog and I’ll give YOU a $50 rehoming fee. But it will be up to you to catch him. Because of previous gun encounters, the dog avoids me like a dose of the clap.
'Ol Dave