Jeff has been working at an animal shelter this past year.  He is a natural with dogs – well, all my guys are, but Jeff just happens to be working with them.  He is learning a lot about doggie behavior, and although you don’t need to be a dog scientist to know this, he has diagnosed Ed the Dog as extremely neurotic and emotionally damaged.  We love him anyway.

Jeff fell in love with a dog at the shelter, Hot Rod, and he wants to adopt him and take him to Kansas when he goes to the University of Kansas next year.  Hot Rod is the kind of dog no one would ever adopt – too scary looking, too old, too whatever.  Still, Jeff was worried that someone might fall in love with him like he did and adopt him before Jeff would be able to (he can’t have dogs where he lives.)  So he convinced us to take the dog until he leaves this summer.

When I was in Colorado last weekend he brought him home and I let Al and the boys decide whether it would work out or not.  I guess he and Ed got into it a bit at first but Jeff was able to straighten the situation out.  So when I got home Jeff was gone and that dog was here.  Ed decided to let Hot Rod know that I was his Mom, and they got into it for a few seconds, but Hot Rod wins when there’s an altercation, so it ended quickly and Ed now knows that, even though I love him and he’s my baby boy, that Hot Rod can kick his ass so he might as well let me pet him as well.

They are both the same age – about 6 or so – and they now sleep together and walk around the house together pretending to patrol the place, and bug me for treats.  Walking around the kitchen is kind of like being in an NCAA tournament game – every which way I turn I am blocked.  We let Ed on the couch but two dogs on the couch is way too many so today I went to Tuesday Morning and picked up a couple of “dog chairs” on the cheap.  Then I sprayed the couch with doggie off stuff and gave them a few treats to introduce them to their new couches.

Ed weighs about 50 pounds and is not a small dog by any means.  Hot Rod has a head the size of a basketball.  As if you needed any proof that I am totally insane, here are some photos to prove it.  The picture of them in the chairs is funny because I took it right before I went over to Terri’s house to watch NCAAs and when I came home they had switched places.  I don’t know how they did that without waking up….

So there you are.  I finally have my two dogs, at least until Jeff leaves.  I think the secret to having two dogs is to have two old dogs…