I guess it’s official.
Bea is bringing Scout home today. Exactly a month ago, this rat terrier boy (about 4-5 yrs old, estimated) was found roaming the streets and got picked up by animal control, delivered to the shelter. He should weigh about 15 pounds. He weighed just over half that, at 8.x. After a month there, he’s nearing 10.
So, lots and lots of protein and lots and lots of sprints are called for, I think. I love rat terriers for their lean ripped-ness. I’m going to get him there.
Yesterday, we took “Nuke” over to meet him. It was a very cordial affair. This morning, she wags her bobbed tail at the mention of his name. Signs are, she’ll be Alpha female. But, we’ll see. Gotta hold out hope for male domination, after all. I’m hoping he won’t let me down. :)
Nothing is going to make it the same.
But I’ll have Scout as buffed as Rotor there in the background, in no time (Nuke was still a puppy, there—she’s a very ripped, strong female, now). I’m also insisting to Beatrice that we take him in for a tail bob. He needs to look like a proper Rat Terrier.
I’ll post Success Story Update Pics in a couple of months.
…Oh, BTW, you laf when I say killers? Watch.
Rat terriers are actually the American Rat Terrier, some sort of breed between fox, bull, and Manchester terriers, I think. There are anecdotes going way back about how they can clear an old barn of vermin in hours. Unlike cat’s they’re not killing for food. They kill vermin for sport and treats.