I will not have anything named "Duke" in my home, so I changed the pup's name to Doone before I saw him... short for "Doonesbury" ... if you're a Gary Trudeau fan as DS and I are, you'll get the inside joke - and if you aren't... well, I know not what to tell you
Doone is approx. 1 year of age. Son and I went to an adoption meeting in Slidell, LA (North Shore of Pontchartrain) Saturday afternoon... I had been in e-mail contact and everything was pre-arranged... an interesting, fulfilling experience all the way 'round, although a bit sad too, of course: so many cute doggies, so few people to take them.
Getting a companion dog for my companion dog was my idea. I'd feared DS would hit the ceiling, but he took to the plan right away, and then more so after he told his ladyfriend and found she also thought it was a great idea. Then, DS and the little dog liked each other immediately... that was nice too!
... all in all, it was a memorable day for DS and me and probably for the doggie too. More details later, but Doone makes it clear he is a people dog and things are going quite well for now.First bath, on DS's patio (next door to me) Doone is still one dirty dog, and the blue Dawn dish soap did not get all his fleas - but he is going to have another bath and will be checked out by the vet and given Frontline etc. tomorrow.
Doone would like to be on my downstairs bed or in Win's next to it, but he has taken to the futon in the back room (which used to be a kitchen, very pleasant room opening onto the back patio.)
He has his eyes closed in this but I wanted to show how he keeps rearranging the large bath towel I spread out for him - so cute - the first night he got into the unwashed laundry and drug towels, washcloths etc. up onto the futon to add to his "nest"
As I say - more to follow - I'm like a den mother ATM - it's great fun but a bit frantic at times...
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You know you're on the Louisiana/Mississippi/Alabama Gulf Coast when you ask the shelter lady how much chow to feed the new dog and she replies tersely, "One Mardi Gras cup mornings, one evenings, that's it!" ... and you nod without comment, understanding just what she means...
Doone's at present is a 50th anniversary 1989 Kinghts of Babylon cup, black with gold lettering... ___________________________________
for who knows how many days.) Also, after I posted my acidic comment, got to thinking about a dearly-loved dog named Duke - the first bull terrier my parents got; they were stationed in D.C. then - 1956 - purchased the dog from a breeder in Philadelphia who lived on Rawnhurst street or drive or road - whatever - so his AKC name was The Duke of Rawnhurst; what a wonderful chracter! I'll have to post some pics.]
)... what he wanted was to come into the front part of the house with us *sigh* ... Win ate her breakfast, which is good to see, and I did get a couple hours more sleep. Then I took my breakfast and coffee out to the back patio... whether Doone "went" somewhere in the yard I don't know and Win isn't saying... Then we came inside and Doone got his wish to be free in the house. I came upstairs without thinking, and suddenly all H[ouston] broke loose 
fulltilt boogie !!! black cat and black dawg charged up and down stairs, bounded up and off furniture... for a few moments I didn't know which was which or which making what angry noise... boy-o-boy these little b.c. type puppers are agile and fast!