Ain't Nuthin' Like A Hound Dog

Meet Zeke.

See Zeke with he who told me no more big dogs. He who told me no more dogs of any breed or size. He who loves dogs brought Zeke home. Zeke's owner will be going on the road for an undetermined period of time and cannot find anyone to keep his dog. He is willing to simply give us Zeke. He wants Zeke to have a good home. He knows us to be among those who love dogs.

Zeke came for a visit today to see if he would fit in with our other four legged children. Surprisingly, it was Wall-E who objected to a new member of our family. This is what I look like after only one small cup of coffee and no make-up. I suppose I could have cropped me out, but I rather liked the composition of the photo. Zeke is sweet and offering to be friends with Wall-E, but Wall-E is having none of it.

Zeke is a full blooded bloodhound. Say that three times fast. He is 8 months old and has papers ..... and all of his breeding equipment is still intact. For that reason I was afraid that Oscar would object. Oscar is our alpha dog. Oscar seemed to recognize that Zeke is still very young, therefore easy to train. Emmy was a little indignant that we are adding yet another male animal. She was already out-numbered. The old cat, Smokey, ignored the whole exchange and just watched.