A Boy Named Sue

Yesterday as Val and I were on our way home from a movie, we witnessed one of the most horrific scenes. A little dog was crossing Lincoln at 16th and was nicked by a car. Several of us stood by helpless as we watched this little creature weave in and out of traffic as it finished crossing the street after being rolled a few times by it's almost near miss. He immediately hid under another car and we rushed to tell the driver not to move. I picked him up and carried him to the sidewalk where we examined him to see if he had any serious injuries.

Given his overall happy disposition and the fact that he didn't wince when we touched any of his limbs, we figured that he had escaped tragedy and seemed to be just fine. His coat was full of knots and dirt, you could tell he had been living on the streets for quite some time. The group began to talk about taking the puppy to the shelter and have him checked out and to find a home.

At the beginning of the year, Val and I had adopted a very energetic dog from DDFL. We had hoped to find another companion for our cat Java and a new member of our family. Sadly he didn't work out for us, for many reasons and we had given up on finding a puppy. So, when we decided to bring the puppy home and take him ourselves to a vet and have him checked out, we weren't certain that he would end up with us.

We brought the little creature home and immediately gave him a bath, which he wasn't too happy about. After, we tried to cut some of his knots out that really ended up with us cutting most of his hair down and the scruffy looking nerf herder started looking like an adorable little puppy and he found his way into our heart. The cat is actually still out and about, a significant improvement over the last addition, and hasn't really swatted, hissed or growled at the new puppy. They have even touched noses a few times and seem to be getting along perfectly well.

Now to the name. When we brought him home, he was so matted we weren't sure if he was a boy or a girl. I tired to look for evidence (an odd thing) but couldn't see for sure and he responded very well to the name Suzie. So, we figured what the hell, Susie it is (in my gay mind it was short for Suzanne Sugarbaker). However, as we continued to trim and after a second bath, we realized that she was in fact he but the name Suzie had already stuck so, we now have a boy, named Sue.