Well, see, there's Moe Moe and Pooh. Moe Moe is an old blue heeler with rheumy bug-eyes, and Pooh is an old crazy red heeler who barks at every damn thing. For a long time, I'd go sit on the couch in Moe Moe and Pooh's room (we've got two separate rooms for hard luck dogs, and three for hard luck cats), and hang out, throw the frisbee around, whatever. Pooh is everybody's senile grandparent -- doesn't know why he's making noise, doesn't know why he's chewing on tennis ball, pretty much just encounters each moment as a new and unexpected one and acts accordingly. Moe is typical old Heeler -- suspicious, blustery, a big goober if you let him know what's what and put him on his back a time or two. Pooh and Moe Moe's owner lost his job a few months back, eventually ended up on the street, and finally handed the two old codgers over to us.
I was not optimistic about Moe Moe and Pooh's adoption chances.
Long story short (for it's a repetitive story), last week an old dairy farmer comes in looking for friends. His sons have taken over the dairy (for better, not for worse, I am sure), and he's feeling a little useless. He's an obstinate old bastard, not as sharp as he used to be but certainly not ready for the scrapheap, either. He makes a walk of the typical dogs in the runs. He's looking for a pup, but he doesn't see anything that interests him. Just a bunch of pit bull pups who are quick to please and have no personality beyond "LOOK AT ME I'M A PUPPY WHEEEEEE LOOK AT ME LOOK AT ME!"
Before he goes, the good folks up front decide, for whatever reason, to introduce him to Pooh and Moe Moe. I wasn't there for the meeting, but I'm sure they went out to one of the play yards, and old Pooh took a tennis ball off to a corner to bury in the snow, dig out, and bury again, while paying no attention to anybody else, and old Moe Moe looked up at the old dairy farmer with red, desparate eyes, and said "WOOF... WOOF... WOOF!" with desparate old heeler eyes, each bark more exasperate than the last that this dumb pasty old two-legged bastard couldn't piece together what he was saying.
The old guy took Pooh and Moe Moe off to his farm a month ago. At first, we had informal pools running for when the old cattle dogs would come back to us, but they haven't yet.
Old crazy heeler bastards.