I get a dog, or perhaps, a dog adopts me

Sunday I got a new puppy. His name is Otis. 

He is a mixture. Very calm and smart dog. Probably less than a year old. 

He was rescued from Tweakers so I assume he has Pit in his heritage. 

The story was that he came running out of the woods to people who were sitting at an outside restaurant and sat down with them. Shortly afterwards, a crazy tweaker lady came running out of the woods screaming at the dog. Turns out she wasn't actually the owner, just generally agitated about the dog. The folks did not return the dog to the Tweaker but also were unable to find the actual owner.

They also could not keep him so they called my lovely and gracious wife who talked me into going to "look" at Otis.

He seems to like me. Follows simple commands. Wants to be loved. Goes to sleep in the tractor. 

I had him in a pen by my pickup as I was planting for a neighbor. Otis heard them talking and escaped from his pen to go hang out with the farmer and the crop insurance guy.The crop insurance guy gave me a pack of gum business card so that turned out good. But I thought I better just put Otis in the tractor. 

Not much room in a White 2-155...

I do wish dogs smelled a little better, he probably wished I didn't smell like diesel. 

This morning I couldn't find my shoes. I looked for half an hour. I am prone to losing things. I would lose my head if it wasn't generally up my arse. I decided to check Otis's kennel. He was sleeping on my shoes. Didn't chew them up. I don't know if this means he likes me or if it means I found a dog that is going to drag dead things home and roll in them.