Honey

Last Monday Carl and Ryker were doing a home inspection in Makaha. It was a duplex in rather poor condition, currently occupied by at least twice as many people as it was designed for. Out in the yard was Honey, a Pomeranian, Jack Russel mix of about a year old. She was barking at Carl and he went up to talk to her and pet her. He asked the residents her name, and someone said it was Honey. He said she was cute, and they suggested he take her home.

I was on the phone with Carl taking the inspection notes,and thought he must be nuts to bring home a third dog. Heavens, two is quite enough! He whispered that he would explain later. As soon as they were in the truck, Carl began to explain. She was on a heavy chain, that was tangled up leaving her about 2 feet of length. She had no food or water. Before he could start the engine, she had found half a danish and gulped it down.

Honey now lives the life of a pampered princess. She sleeps on our bed, curled up next to her rescuer. She has gained some weight in the last week, but you can still feel every rib under her shiny black fur. She was so thin it made me want to cry when I first held her. It makes me sad to think how some people treat innocent animals.

Chester thinks Carl brought her home just for him. They play and play and play. When she got outside without a leash, Chester came to get me. She put Charlie in his place a couple of times, and now he just leaves her alone. We now have a "pack" of dogs with a tiny cute thing in the lead.