Spike and Chester

When we moved to Hawaii we had a dog, a giant grey baby who would have perished if faced with the 3 month mandatory quarrantine (now lessened) that was in place for all incoming pets.  So husband’s mother, who always loves a rescue project, very kindly offered to take him on for the 3 years we were away even going as far as having a 4-foot high chain link fence put in for the yard at great expense.  So…flash forward 3 years… she and Buckley somehow morphed into mother and hairy son, with him eating home-cooked dog dinner each night before they got comfy on the couch and watched all of his favorite shows.  She was in all her glory as well.  They thrived off one another.  We offered to take him back and were only met with a stern look of “don’t you even THINK about it”. She didn’t want him to leave either (Thanks! I’m here all week!).  We were dissapointed, but they’re happy and we get to see him on our visits North.  Here’s the latest, captioned, of him barely tolerating our current dog Baja:  

 

 

 

No (hahaha – I LOVE those ones),  but it’s really not too far off:

 

 

~ by mstngsal22 on June 10, 2009.