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We brought him home tonight after a whirlwind of events that changed his life and ours.
When he got fleas a few days ago, his mean/stupid owners freaked out and decided they didn't want him anymore. Whiskey Tango Foxtrot? They dumped him at the shelter. Sounds like they were really prepared for the responsibilities of dog ownership (NOT -- imagine much rolling of eyes here).
A nice rescue group got him out of the shelter, neutered him, treated his fleas and his infected ears, and put him up for adoption. His picture went up last night, we saw it on the website, and we couldn't resist. I called this morning and set up an appointment to come see him in the evening. We brought the rest of the pack (Bruno and Sasha) to meet him, filled out a little paperwork, and brought him home.
His original stupid owners called him Lucky. Apparently it's bad luck for a shelter dog to be called Lucky, so the rescue people temporarily named him Ryder. That name was ok, but we thought we could do a little better. Since his name would be changing anyway, might as well make it a good one.
The pack is now complete.