Lil Bit Harry

Here's the new pup! He's such a sweetie. His foster mom and foster aunt brought him over to the house on Saturday and we fell in love with him immediately! They named him Lil Bit and we added Harry, so his full name is Lil Bit Harry. We're calling him Harry mostly, because Harry is fun to say in a high pitched voice.

He was nervous to meet us at first, but he warmed up as soon as he figured out we meant no harm and that we had toys and treats. The rest of our dogs didn't even get too upset when we introduced all of them--they just did the once-over sniff and check, and went on with their day. He's a keeper! We feel fortunate to have him, considering all that he has been through and all of the times we went back and forth about getting a fourth dog. I'm glad we caved.

His original owners dropped him off at the humane society at the beginning of August with a broken leg, and he was acquired by Miniature Schnauzer Rescue of North Texas about a month after that. I can tell MSRNT did a great job fostering him. No one knows how he got the broken leg. That's probably knowledge I can live without. You can't tell in this picture, but the hair on his left front leg is still a little shorter after being shaved and immobilized in a cast for a few weeks. The bone has healed, but he still favors that leg sometimes and he's timid about jumping off of the couch. Poor guy. We don't know how anyone could ever be mean to him or neglect him.

The word Angela is using to describe him is "pliable." Interesting. That makes me think of the time I made a coffee table in shop class in high school and I chose oak which is a hard wood, and it wasn't that pliable so I had to create some stiff joints to fasten it all together. But I guess pliable applies to dogs as well. Harry is receptive to change and easy to work with. If she keeps using that word I'll just have to fight the urge to sand him.

He couldn't figure out why I got up at 3:30 this morning. Pierre, Sophie, Beanie, and Angela are used to it and they always go back to sleep, but Harry looked at me and wiggled around like he was excited and it was time to play. I'm sure that will pass and by Wednesday he'll be happy to burrow back into the covers and forget about my early rising plight. He fits right in.

We love him already!