Meet Mugsy by tgirsch

As my current dog, Buster, has gotten past one year of age, it has become apparent that we cannot give him all the exercise he requires without a little bit of help. So we decided it was time to get him a playmate. We knew we wanted to adopt a dog from a rescue this time rather than go through a breeder, but weren’t too particular about what kind of dog to get; it could have been a mutt, for all we cared, so long as Buster got along with his new pal.

After working with several rescue organizations, including the BoxAR rescue in Arkansas (beware of annoying .mid files at that link — you might want to mute your sound before clicking), and going through a thorough screening process (we were screened to determine how good our home would be for another dog), we were encouraged to take one of three boxer puppies, born Christmas day and abandoned at a shelter at just three weeks of age. (A fourth pup was also abandoned with that group, but had already found a “forever home.”)

We let Buster play with all three of the pups, as well as looking at some older rescue dogs (ages ranging from two to five), and Buster and his new companion essentially picked each other. So, without further ado, here’s Mugsy:

We brought Mugsy home on Sunday, and Buster and Mugsy haven’t stopped playing since. Buster even seems to be helping us train the pup.

Federal law requires me to also include a picture of Buster. Here, he has just enjoyed a rare treat of canned food, as evidenced by the fact that it’s still all over his face:

There’s a state law requiring me to publish photos of the two cats, but I’m pretty sure it’s unconstitutional and some “activist liberal judge” will overturn it, so I’m not going to.