Meet Fletcher
/I'm not a real animal lover. It's hard to say that out loud, because it makes me sound kind of heartless doesn't it? When I was a child we lived out in the country. Our pets lived outside. They would come and go, and sometimes we wouldn't see them for a few days. I just never really bonded. Plus, when I was very small we had chickens. And an awful rooster. A really awful rooster. I think it impeded my ability to trust animals.
A few years ago we had a pug named Mulligan (pictured here). Yeah, after chewing everything in sight and continually pooping in the house... he got his own mulligan with another family. Bye Bye.
But, the kids have been begging us to try again. They are a little older now and more able to help with the feeding and attention giving. Also, Ian is slightly obsessive about dogs (this became clear to us when he fell in love with my brother's dog). He LOVES them almost as much as helicopters. Almost.
Just after Christmas we visited the Humane Society. And there he was.
Our Fletcher.
Naming him was a real group effort. It took us a few days. In the end, I think his name suits him. He is a 3 year old Terrier mix. He is gentle. He never barks. He is such a lover, and he is my new walking/hiking/running partner. Clearly he is getting lots of love.
{Don't tell anyone, but I kind of like him too.}