I volunteered with Muttville Senior Dog Rescue a couple of weeks back, as part of a company volunteer-y-thing. I mostly spent the time licking envelopes and getting paper cuts on my tongue, but I did get to take one dog for a walk. I had ended up out of the room when the dog-choosing happened, and when I came back I was left with a rather… sedentary-looking Chihuahua. But when he didn’t want to go out at all, one of the staff slipped into a back room and came out with Knee High. And I’ll tell you what: if I had an apartment that would let me, I would have adopted him on the spot.
If you have a place, well, he’ll be up for adoption pretty soon. I’d give Muttville a call in advance, though, because trust me, he’ll be gone almost instantly.
Knee-High is apparently somewhere around twelve. This would not have been my guess.
I did not take Knee High out on a walk. His natural pace, even with those short legs, was fast enough that I had to run, not walk, to keep up.
He was also something I hadn’t run across before, a really *competitive* dog. Every time another dog tried to catch up to us on the walk, he’d put on a burst of speed.
And he kept looking over his shoulder to make sure no one was catching up. This is not me anthopomorphizing. He was seriously doing that.
I gather Knee-High was taken from a not-so-great situation. He sure was happy to be at Muttville. And loved everybody.