Found this little feller on the front porch when I got home from work. Now canvassing the neighborhood looking for its owner.
Now at an emergency vet to see if he is chipped. My wife slugged me when I called him "ballsack" since he is unaltered and wants to pee on everything. I should explain that particular thought ran through my head when I went to move the little guy to my lap when the wife got out of the car at the vet. When I moved him, I got a handful of dog-balls, hence the name. Of course, she promptly reminded me to be sure to "cup the balls". Yup, her sense of humor is as twisted as mine.
Fell asleep in the car while driving with his nose under my hand. Must be stressful running loose in coyote country. Those buggers have been very active recently. Will guarantee an instant awake feeling when a pack fires off behind your house.
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