This would be my mother’s crazy dog.  He just showed up at my parent’s house one day or maybe it was night.  The dogs started barking one evening while my grandparents and uncle were staying with mom & dad.  They went out and looked outside to see if maybe the cows had gotten out.  This has happened a few times, so it wasn’t out of the ordinary for them to go looking for them out in the yard.  Turns out the cows hadn’t gotten out.  It wound up being a dog, who is now dubbed Joe…or Joeseph when he’s in trouble.

My parents had both decided they didn’t need anymore dogs, so they let Joe fend for himself for a few days.  Until the weather dropped below 10 degrees, which led to my mom feeling sorry for him and eventually Joe becoming apart of the family.  Although, my dear uncle has since told us that as soon as my parents left for work, he brought Joe inside my parents home and said “Welcome to your new home.  You just don’t know it yet.”  Gramps got a kick out of that and Grams had no idea what to think; I believe she called my uncle by his middle name even.  Little did we know my uncle was right.

That crazy mother of mine, not too sure what she was thinking, but he’s hers now!  Actually, baby bro has claimed him more so than my mother – but who’s counting?

I dropped him off at the vet this morning to get his balls chopped off.  Yes, Joe will now become a eunuch (I know that word thanks to my Latin class).  I’m thrilled about this new change and I do hope that he’ll quit peeing on my stuff.  Although he does wear an ace bandage or diaper to keep him from actually peeing on our stuff.  He’ll be home after 5 and hopefully will be groggy for a few days.