In last week’s tale (A chance at life) I promised I’d keep you update as things unfolded.

Buster, the 4-month-old Chihuahua-Jack Russell mix will be taken to Upstate Veterinary Clinic for evaluation on Tuesday. I don’t know what or if anything can be done for the fused ball joints he was born with: I’ll leave it to the experts to help me make that decision.

Meanwhile, the little dance machine scoots around and loves up anything and anyone that will give him attention. In some ways he reminds me of Joey, the sweet Chihuahua born sans front legs.

Precious, the larger female pit that was rescued will be in Monday to have her bulging eye re-examined. At 8 weeks old she’s thriving and doing fine. I’ll get to her much smaller brother Demetrius in a moment.

Midst all other things that are going on I still try to visit my kids at FHS as often as I can.  On a visit early last week, Lani (bulldog) said to me, “Lennie why don’t you take a look at No. 7 and tell me what you think.”

I smiled for I’ve been around this block with Lani before, she knows me well.

“What’s up Bulldog, what do we have out there?”

“He’s a 1 ½-year-old stray named Droopy,” Lani replied, “He has a damaged front leg that may be an old injury.”

Intrigued, I went out to check his intake card which read, “Boxer, Great Dane mix.” “Oh my,” I thought to myself, “This I’ve got to see.”

I went around to see him and my heart skipped a beat or two before I caught my breath.  The magnificent boy had such an alluring smile on his face; it would have made Helen of Troy jealous.  Droopy trotted over with his left front leg raised but didn’t show any pain as he put it down now and then for balance.  He sat at the gate and looked up at me with such a look of trust that a tear escaped and rolled down my face without me even knowing it was happening.

“What the heck,” I thought, “no one said I couldn’t.”  So I opened the gate and went in to love him up. After some petting and sweet talk I wrapped my arms around him and said, “Droopy, I have a feeling you’re going to become one of my kids.”

“I know, Uncle Lennie,” he replied, “the others told me you’d stop by.”

“You’ve been talking to Lani, haven’t you?” I said as I hugged him tighter, “I should have known this was a conspiracy.”