So I Rescued a Foo-Foo, Got a Problem With It?

So from previous posts I guess it is really easy to decipher that my poor cattle dog was just not cut out for city livin' and I returned him safely home to his large back yard and the ponies and coyotes to play with. Needless to say, he is so much happier there, and he left me all alone here in he great city of Cincy.

I was pretty sure life without a dog would be just peachy for a while, but needless to say a helpless litte wanna be "bundle of joy" made its way into my life. You know the story, a friend of a friend of a friend and so on and so forth, this poor little man was all alone and in need of loving new mommy.

As my girlfriend and I pulled into the driveway to pick up this little tyke I immediately thought "I just made a really big mistake!" This little white weiner like looking dog was a hideous sight. I had looked them up on the net you know...exactly what a Bichon Frise should look like, and behave, and enjoy....he was everything but! His poor haircoat was shaved right on down to his skin. His face, hardly the puffball I had imagined from the breed website, and oh dear the nuts were still present and functional.



Nope, no cute, fuzzy, perfect gentleman for me...that for sure. I got the ALL MAN see my nuts, hey lets got here, oops let mark that real quick, whatcha doin huh huh whatcha doin kinda dog, with extreme ADD fo' sure!! I was in for it, big time!! It all began with potty training. I had read that potty training was a bit more difficult for little foo foo dogs like mine, but this one was pretty much potty trained just not "DONT MARK UP MY FURNITURE CAUSE IT IS NOT YOURS" trained. I have never net a dog so willing to take your face off upon disciplining, but this little tyke was all about it! Many a times he spent hangning by his collar in mid air until he cooled his jets. Obviously, the nuts were the first to go! That was a major attitude adjustment, especially since he didn't handle the anesthesia very well...talk about being a big baby.

The funky haircoat, well I guess we just gotta wait for that to grow out. He immediately named himself though. The Luckdragon from the Neverending Story lended its name to us as out little dragon child who could spit fire -- Falcor -- the name stuck.

I certainly thought my little man was going to be a bad idea, however, when I am gone he is a perfect gentleman and when I am here is becoming much more saintly and finally starting to settle in. He still has not yet figures out how to drink water, but hell, if thats all I have to clean up after him...we are all good!