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December 11, 2008 - 1:55 PM by

Planning his escape

Planning his escape

We don’t have such great luck with pets. I wouldn’t go so far to say it’s Pet Cemetary – I think we’ve only killed off a couple cats – but animals take their lives and sanity in their hands when joining our household.

The two cats we do have now are both borderline psychotic, and have a problem with any human touching them. That is, unless they decide to sidle up on your belly on a whim, in which case you can’t get rid of them.

The kids found a small puppy outside the house about a year ago, and reluctantly we took Charley in. He was adorable, and we did all the right things – shots, that chip they make you insert into his neck, collar. Then three weeks later, he disappered from our nearly hermetically sealed yard, never to be seen from again. No luck, I tell you.

So when my wife came home with a surprise this week, I just wasn’t prepared. She was grocery shopping at the big ‘Rami Levy’ supermarket down in Mishor Adumim – basically an industrial area built in the middle of the desert. You can see packs of wild dogs roaming there amid the donkeys and camels.

Outside the entrance, lying in a milk crate, was an almost new-born puppy, brought there by one of the Bedouin grocery packers. “A mother left a whole litter around the back of the store,” he told my wife. “He can’t be more than 2 or 3 weeks old.”

Unable to resist the puppy’s whimpering, she scooped him up and put him in the car. And next thing you know, we’re warming up milk in the microwave and buying anti-tic spray at the pharmacy. We’re now debating what to call him – the girls like Grady, but I’m leaning toward Angus (in honor of AC/DC) – but it looks like the little guy is here to stay. I just hope we don’t lose this one.

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