At first glance of that title one might think that Trish & I have moved to Guadalajara, Mexico and opened a Nacho hut at the side of the road, fortunately we haven't yet embarked on this type of entrepreneurial activity.
What we have gone and done is found a Keeshond named King from the Lewis County Shelter in Chehalis, Washington and gone and adopted him. But King just wasn't a fun enough name so since we always wanted to name our dog 'nacho' and he's already got the name 'king' we have deemed him the Nacho King.
Nacho King has only been in the shelter a few days but at this point we figure he was a farm dog that didn't quite get the love and attention he needs. With a little bit of time, a lot of shampoo, an extreme amount of brushing and potentially some temporarily short hair he'll be up to cosmetic snuff in no time.
Now we just have a whole night and most of tomorrow to kill until we can pick up Mr. Nacho King from the veterinary as he has to get his manly bits removed as a part of the adoption. Poor fella.
Here's Nacho King...
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