02.03.11

PJ

Posted in Animal Stories at 4:25 pm by Administrator

PJ arrived at HoneyBear Ranch a week ago.  We saw him first near the pond, playing with Cora and Jax.  Worried about how a strange dog would react to our animals, we tried to chase him off.  At first, we were successful.  He had a collar on so we assumed he lived nearby and was just passing through.

The next morning, he was sleeping just inside the pasture by the stone fence post that divides the drive to the house from the drive to the barn.  Cora and Jax greeted him with enthusiasm; Phil and I, not so much.  “We don’t need another dog,” we said to each other. He continued to lay by the post and watch our comings and goings.  He was cautious – wouldn’t get too close.  By late afternoon though, he decided to lick my outstretched hand.  In that moment, a bond was formed and PJ, as we’ve come to call him, had found himself a home. 

He is a most unusual dog, especially for his breed.  Although he looks like a full-blooded Pit Bull, he doesn’t have a mean bone in his body.  He’s content to be third in the dog pecking order, exposing his belly to Cora and Jax when they play.  He lickes the faces of our Barbado Sheep – and they don’t seem to mind.  Even Bonnie didn’t object to his washing baby Miracle’s face.  Most of all, though, he just wants to be loved.  At night when we watch TV, he puts his front paws and head in my lap, waiting for his ears to be scratched.  He follows Phil on his rounds, or lays close by when Phil’s splitting wood.  He’s the first to come when we call.

He does have one weakness, though.  CATS!  We think he wants to play with them, but he has such big feet that he scares them to death.  Yesterday he chased poor Dora up a tree.  Last night he learned that not all “cats” will run from him.  We let the dogs out just before bedtime for one last bathroom trip.  We heard Cora barking with great enthusiasm.  When Phil openend the door to let them all in, he smelled the very strong oder of SKUNK!  Apparently PJ thought that black animal with the white stripe was a cat.  He took a direct hit in the face.  Phil caught PJ just before he jumped up on the couch and threw him back outside.  Cora was sprayed, too.  Jax managed to escape.  While I sprayed the house with air freshener, Phil took Cora and PJ to the run for the night.  Today they will be powedered with Baking Soda.  We’ve found that it takes the smell out of a dog’s fur better than anything else.  Three applications seem to do the trick.

This morning, when PJ heard Phil calling Jax to come back inside, he broke out of the run.  Cora soon followed.  He just wanted his ears scratched and to know that he’s loved. 

We don’t know why PJ showed up at HoneyBear Ranch.  We can’t imagine anyone dumping such a loving dog.  But no one has claimed him – except for us.  PJ has found himself a home for life.

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