After Otis died, I swore we wouldn’t get a puppy — to much work … lots of training, and they might chew, nip and dig. And who knows how he would interact with the cats.

The Monday after we put Otis down, Billie started searching the Internet for another Rottweiler rescue. Pretty much every one we found that we liked was already adopted our had approved applications. Today, Billie found this six-month-old puppy in Canandaigua, so we decided to drive down and check him out.

I really didn’t expect to come home with a dog today. I figured at best, the shelter would require we apply and then we would have to wait.

That’s not the way it worked with this shelter. We got him today with the promise to have him neutered within 30 days, as well as some promises to keep him as an indoor dog and give him a good home.

He he was such a damn good looking dog and obviously gentle and loving.

After a quick trip to the nearest town (Hopewell) for a dog license, and $95 from the bank account paid to the shelter, we were driving Pachuco home.

Why Pachuco? It’s a bit of home sickness for Southern California. It’s a bit of a homage to Mexican-American culture, which we admire and don’t get enough of in Western New York.

Because of our Southern California roots, we were leaning toward a Spanish name. One night, Pachuco popped out and became the leading candidate, if we found the right dog.

I suppose the name might offend some people — some people think all Pachucos were gang members (not true), and maybe some Mexican-Americans might take it as disrespect for a significant part of their heritage.

For us, it is a sign of respect. Our dog is a handsome young man, full of life and character, of a proud breed, and he carries himself well.

And we figure there won’t be too many dogs in Rochester named Pachuco.

Now, we need to find the right obedience class or trainer, though so far, he’s pretty darn well behaved. He knows, “no,” can sit and has learned his name already (when I was editing this video, his ears perked up every time he heard his name coming from my computer). He needs leash work and has other commands yet to master (down and stay, for example).

He’s does have the sweetest temperament and so far has been good with other people and dogs he’s met.

It’s hard to believe that whoever originally owned this dog didn’t go looking for him when he disappeared (he was picked up as a stray in Canandiagua about six weeks ago). While it’s unfortunate that his tail was docked, it does show somebody intended to take care of him and keep him.

Sure, it hasn’t been a full day with Pachuco yet, but I think once again, Billie found us a good dog.

Thank you to all my friends for your kind words after Otis’s passing.  The sympathy was much appreciated.

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