So, after dealing with breeders, scammers, etc, we had firmly decided NOT to get a dog Wednesday before last. The wife texts me the next day and says this guy needs a home. Fine, we will meet him and see. A half hour later we were at Tractor supply buying all the dog things. Meet Wilson, the Havanese. He’s a rescue, about 6-8 months old. We are alternating taking him to work (he hates to be left) at our store with the wife, and with me at the office and in the field. He’s a pretty good boy, MOST of the time. He loves everybody, but will judge the shit out of you and side eye you all day long.
He was DONE after working with me while I ran power and fiber yesterday.
He apparently likes a good Godfather also (mostly ice at that point)