Treble in Trouble

We have a new puppy--he just showed up here at our house, aka Rescue Central, or the Wilkinson Street Feral Feline Feeding Station.  In the past it has been cats that hang out on either the front porch or guest cottage porch in the back.  We feed them and get them "fixed" and hope they keep on moving. 

Therefore, a couple weeks ago I was surprised to see a small, black puppy sitting in our driveway.  He barked at me and ran under our house when I approached, but eventually came out and wanted to eat.

We posted photos of the puppy in the neighborhood but soon found out he belonged to a homeless guy who really didn't want the dog.  Ricky paid the guy a few dollars to make puppy officially ours and named him Treble.  Ricky says when you say it fast, it sounds like "Trouble" and, of course, he is.  The puppy had mange, worms, fleas and no puppy shots.  Several vet trips later, Treble is right at home and we have too much time and money invested to give him away. 

Treble fits right in with the "cat pack."  He chases them and they wop him up the side of the head when they tire of his antics.  He and the smallest cat, Lips, wrestle like puppies rolling all over the yard. 

Here is a later photo of Treble in the laundry room/sleeping porch area where he stays.  He must be supervised when he's outside because he can walk right through our wrought iron fence. 

 

 

Treble is a very busy little fellow.  I co-hosted a bridal shower for the daughter of my best friend today.  While I was gone, the puppy worked hard on his own project on the sleeping porch!  Luckily this settee was nothing we cared about.