The most glamorous picture of Fishes that I could find. He's a dog. He does dog stuff. Loves making gross noises. We have him because he jumped into our car when we spotted him running down the side of the highway and stopped to check on him. Opened the door to check for a collar and --BAM -- dog in car. He smelled like stagnate water, thus the name. He'd have a better name if we'd known that we wouldn't end up being able to track down his family. I still spend a lot of time worrying that we kidnapped him, but I didn't want to see him get hit. He'd been on his own for a fair amount of time, if the multiple baths it took to clean him were any indication. He gets really agitated around cardboard boxes, so my best guess is that he got separated in a move. He's amazingly well behaved in regards to people, but other dogs are a touchy issue. He does great with most, but some breeds he just doesn't like. Golden retrievers appear to be the worst, which is sad. He's made progress, but still has a ways to go. He's probably two years old.
Thank you for scooping up the road doggie. A few years ago while rolling along a clogged interstate in Chicago I rolled past a dog on the side of shoulder. It didn't click in my head what was happening and that the dog needed help until I was past. There was a car somewhere along there (I forget now if it was ahead or behind the dog), and I think someone lost him and was trying to get him back. I hope they did, and I'm glad Fishes has you.