Chunk

So we have a big clumsy clown of a Pit Bull in our house right now, and he is named Wilbur. Only I can't help but call him "Chunk" instead. It just really fits - trust me on this one.

Chunk is a sweet and happy and cute young dog, but also a stubborn, strong, overly excitable bull in a china shop at the same time. He's a good dog but needs... patience? Is that the word I'm looking for? The fact that he pulls the door off his kennel (from the inside!!) when we're not home, and then eats all our Q-tips, and then later on gets so happy when our friends come over that he accidentally pees himself, and then immediately proceeds to drown said friends in the most lovable kisses imaginable, results in some emotions that I feel I cannot accurately describe in writing. Chunk has to be experienced in person.


I got a call from a person who had been approved to adopt him yesterday! Yay! Most people who call about our foster dogs have a list of questions, or are unsure and want me to lead the conversation, and talk reticently about meeting the dog before making a decision, but this lady? She was all like "when can I come get him? Is tomorrow too soon?" She was confident, bold, forward, decisive.

This is EXACTLY what Chunk needs.

I liked the woman right away, but carefully tried to warn her about Chunk's less wonderful qualities, which mostly have to do with his lack of self-restraint, with a little bit of clumsiness and immense pit bull strength thrown in. I wanted her eyes to be open. He'll be a superb dog in the right home, but a terror in the wrong home. In either case, he needs work.


She was absolutely unflappable and told me she was taking him home tomorrow. Guys, I am really hoping that she and her family love him to death. I hope they love everything about him, and I hope he fits nicely into their household. They'll have a one-week trial sleepover, and if all goes well he'll be theirs forever.

She'll be here in two hours - wish our Chunk luck in his new life!