Mugsy McGuinness-Frayman

Congratulations to Mugsy's new mom & dad, Mr. & Mrs. Frayman!

And congratulations, Mugsy! This adoption wouldn't have been possible without his stellar attitude and willingness to trust the people around him. He's an excellent little dog who has finally found his excellent and long-deserved forever-home. It's hard to see him go, but I'm confident that he will flourish in his new home.

I hope that Mr. & Mrs. Frayman will share plenty of photos and join us Sunday, October 5th for the WHS/HSUS Walk for the Animals.

Thanks to everyone who came to meet Mugsy. Unfortunately, there is no shortage of sweet dogs in need of loving forever-homes here in Washington, DC and I hope you'll make adoption your only option as you search for the dog love of your life.

Hooray for the WHS foster program!

Joyfully,
Eve

Mugsy could go home as early as...

TODAY!

Mugsy is the second most important food group.

Mugy's good friend Jenn made this cute little GIF image of her, apparently, chewing on his head. (He didn't mind.)
Thanks, Jenn!



Come meet Mugsy tomorrow, Saturday, August 23rd, at WHS's Georgia Avenue shelter at 7319 Georgia Avenue NW (walk there from the Takoma Metro station!).

Napping is the most important food group.

Mugsy really, really dislikes the chicken hat.

Sorry, Mugs. Everyone has to try it on. At least once.

It's been a big day for a small dog.

I picked Mugsy up this morning. He was neutered yesterday, but seemed completely normal when he got home. Not tired, or bummed out, or cranky. Just himself, nice & happy.


Mugs & Hank played for a while.
And then we had some pizza.
And then some of us fell asleep.

DEVELOPING: Tiny Dog Enjoys Playing with Human on Couch

Sorry about the choppy video quality. We'll make something better soon.
That's my husband playing guitar in the background, by the way.
Mugsy wasn't sure what to make of the guitar at first.

ROAD TRIP!!!

Well.
Sort of.
Just across the river, really.

Today was spay/neuter day.

I transported Mugsy & 13 other animals for DC Animal Control to the clinic this morning.

We didn't make it 10 blocks from the shelter when a handsome black and white cat came through the window that separates the front of the van from the back. He had managed to break himself out of his cardboard carrier and weasel his way up to the window.
He and Mugsy hung out for the remainder of the hour-long drive. They acted like they'd known each other forever, and eventually fell asleep (DC morning rush hour traffic will do that to you), Mugsy in the passenger's seat, the kitty on the console.


Eve

Tiny Humane Law Enforcement Officer Mugsy McGuinness

Mugsy came to work with me today.
He helped me with some paperwork. He helped take some calls at the front desk. He even went on a ride along in an HLE van (even though it was just to ride home at the end of the day).

Overall, Mugs is really showing himself to be an awfully nice little man.

And he exhibits a natural talent for law enforcement.
And by "exhibits a natural talent for law enforcement" I mean "naps on car rides." Obviously.


Eve

Mugsy McGuinness is out on bail.

I came to work on Thursday at around noon and my supervisor (that's the deputy director of law enforcement at WHS, Mitch Battle) had just returned from a call with a tiny, matted white dog.
Despite his movement being restricted from ridiculous matting, he was wiggly and happy and silly (the little white dog, not Mitch).
I picked up the ball of tangled hair held it in my lap at the front desk of the Georgia Avenue shelter while Mitch was on the phone, making arrangements to have the thing sent to the veterinarian for an exam and shave down.

We were initially unable to verify that he was actually an intact male. His testicles were matted snug to his body and he smelled strongly of urine & feces.
This doesn't make my stomach turn like it probably should. I've just gotten used to washing my hands fifty times a day.
The gross little ball of hair was still excited about interacting.
And I went ahead and got excited about him being so gross but so adoptable (what, with his tiny stature & swell attitue & all), that I volunteered on the spot to foster him.

Later, Officer Gardner and I stopped by the hospital to pick him up on the way back to our office from some afternoon calls. When the technician brought our little nameless wonder, I burst into laughter. It was like he'd been stripped naked. He was completely hairless. As in not just a little hair, but no hair.
This is totally cool with me. Hairless = hilarious in my book, and hilarious = you can have my attention. I totally love hairless cats because they're so fun to snuggle. And don't say "ew" --because if you think it's gross, you've never snuggled a Cornish Rex. I think cat breeding is totally stupid, but if a friendly Sphynx ended up in the shelter, that cat would be movin' in to my house.

So, we took His Baldiness back to the shelter and returned to the office, and yesterday I got my paperwork in order to foster all 8 pounds of naked dog. He came home with me after work today.
We went on a walk with my own dog, 9 pounds of black fluff named Hank (truly "Henry Rollins" --but he quickly defined himself as HANK!, with an exclamation point.).
Hank was way cool about everything. I was impressed, in fact.




The first order of business was to get a shirt on this poor creature.
The second order of business was to call him something proper.
The most appropriate name I was offered came from a friend who took one look at a picture of him and declared "Mugsy McGuinness."
You're right. He DOES look like a Mugsy. And little dogs need two names. It's the least we can do to boost their dignity. That and carry him up & down stairs.

Mugsy was totally psyched to see the cat, Tobzilla, who outweighs both dogs (combined), but Toby perched himself at observation level and no standoff has yet occurred. Mugsy tries to figure out what Tobzilla is supposed to be, and Tobzilla acts all superior to the dogs, because that's how he rolls.

Husband Guy (that's Ian) & I spent much of the evening hanging out with the shrunken dogs and I found myself thoroughly entertained until bed time.
Which is now.

We've avoided any accidents in the house so far. Cross your fingers for us.


Eve