Sarge is my ten-year old 3-legged rescued Pit Bull. We took him in when my son brought him home one day and told us his friend was going to have to surrender him to the animal shelter. I had no intention of taking in a one year old Pit Bull. I knew nothing about him and I already had a male Shih tzu that thought he ruled the house. I firmly told my sixteen year old son that there was absolutely no way we were taking that dog.
So…..long story short, we took Sarge into our home. Well….almost. At the time I informed him we could keep the dog, but we would have to build a kennel with a dog house and hay to keep him outside during warmer months. We had a nice fenced in yard, and I just knew it would work out perfectly. I also informed my son the dog was HIS responsibility and he would be expected to feed and walk him daily…..and pigs fly.
Sarge spent the first two days sitting right outside our picture window staring inside the house. It was the MOST pathetic image I have ever seen. Seriously, the dog never ventured away from the window, he just kept staring at us. I mean not occasionally, like when he was bored, it was all the freakin time.
After two days and a chewed up window frame, Sarge came inside permanently. He has been a fixture in our house ever since. We wouldn’t have it any other way. He sleeps on our couch, slobbers on the cushions, and sits directly beneath you when you’re trying to eat dinner while watching TV. I mean he sits so close, his nose is right up your crotch.
We love you ya big galoot.