January 4, 2020
I wasn’t actively searching for another dog. Too much is up in the air with my Disability, my son possibly moving home, my ex’s health.
However, sometimes the dog finds you.

Meet Nugget.
I was on Facebook on New Year’s Eve when a post from the dog warden caught my eye. The warden was posting looking for a home for a little dog whose owners could not keep him. The dog was not at the shelter but a phone number accompanied the article. Two badly lit and badly staged photos were also there. Details of the dog were hard to see, but he looked cute. On a whim, I contacted them.
That evening, “Chico” came home with me.
He was rescued from a neglect situation by the people I got him from. Unfortunately they were not able to have another pet in their apartment so had to give him up. When I went to check him out, I was leery. I had seen to many nervous and vicious small breeds and his background did not seem to be stable. But I took one look at his face and melted. He was calm and quiet, so I took him home. He still is very laid back and unfrightened. But very underweight. His spine and ribs are definitely defined.
“Chico” did not suit him, though. Throughout the evening, I went through several different names for him, and consulted with several friends looking for his moniker. Briefly he was Yoda, since my last dog was Leia and because his ears sort of look like the Jedi Master’s. Gizmo was mention, due to the ears, but I know a few other dogs named Gizmo.
When my MM got home from work that evening, I gushed to him about my new pup. After a bit, he came up with “Nugget”, which is an inside joke between us. It fits, due to his size and even his coloring.
Nugget rescued me as much as I rescued him. My brain feels free of the metal band that has seemed to wrap around it for the first time in months.
He is “registered” already as my emotional support dog. His training is beginning. His calm demeanor has certainly helped me already.
You can follow Nugget’s progress on Twitter – @NuggetPup1