This dog is so needy.  A week ago he was sitting next to the suitcase, looking as if he knew he was headed back to a rescue shelter, that we just didn’t love him anymore.  I have been home less than twenty four hours and he is following me around like Mary Had a Little Dog and when I sat down with my laptop on the couch he got up here and is snuggled so tight up against me I can’t move.    He’s a 55 pound boxer, dudes.

I don’t know how anyone was able to get rid of him back in the day.  Oh yeah, that’s right, he probably ran away only to turn around twenty five miles down the road and realize Mr. Owner was nowhere to be found.

He’s needy AND lucky, this one.