-Bernard Williams
I love all animals. And while this house is replete with cats, and we already have a dog, you might recall that, while I was in the hospital, I began to obsess on a new breed, and the idea of what other dog might best round out our household. What new personality might lift the spirits of a home that has been, of late, far too busied with the business of sickness and death.
We needed a clown. We needed a burst of vigorous and exceptional and humorous energy. We needed a small, fey and sprightly spirit that was also full of love and affection. We needed a velcro dog, a lap dog, a puppy that likes to fall asleep at your feet without getting in your face. Not much bark, a whole lot of face-lick. We needed a dog willing to please and given to comical play.
We found him.
Meet my new psychiatrist.
Things he has learned so far:
A collar and leash are not so bad.
Peeing outside is FUN.
Cats are good for chasing, but not for biting. Playing is better than fighting.
Cat toys are more fun than dog toys.
Grass is just the BEST.
If you knock over Mama's coffee cup, it spills and then you can have a little before she grabs the paper towels.
Stairs are scary, but I'm getting braver.
Mommy and Daddy love him.
He's wonderful. He snores, he farts, he snorfles wonderfully, he doesn't run so much as he dances, like a tiny, tuxedoed pixie. He leans against you when you sit together. He sleeps under my chair as I type.
He is just exactly what I needed.
It's an indulgence, I know. I didn't really need another dog. But at the same time, indulgence is not always such a bad thing.
He's going to the Montgomery County Scottish-Irish Festival next weekend, if you want to come meet him.
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It was so funny--he watched Wallace poo, took a few sniffs around to find his own spot, and then squatted.
And there was much rejoicing.
He's asleep with his head on my foot right now--we had a nice long walk, and now he's sleepy.
There is nothing in the world like Puppy Breath.
Tory wakes me up every morning at 6:30am by climbing onto my bed and shoving her nose into my face. "GET UP. YOU HAVE TO FEED ME AND PLAY TUG ROPE WITH ME." Then I grab her lips and blow morning breath into her face, which she hates, and it turns into a wrestling match which I always win because hey, she may be an 80lb rottie, but I AM MOM and I HAVE FOOD.
You were right. You Need Puppy. What is Puppy's name? He looks boston-ish, but seems large - is he some Staffie mix? OOOOH PUPPY!!!
Has your Da met him yet? He will help your Da tremendously.
He's five months old, and shouldn't get much bigger. ACA registered Boston Terrier.
I'm inordinately pleased--he is SO GOOD. His brother's markings were a little prettier-more black on the face--but seemed much more aggressive. He would attack Bean (that's the name--'cause that's about how big he is!), and Bean would go down on his back, so he's used to having an alpha around, which makes life easier for ME, to be sure. No dominance issues to deal with. Also, when I picked up Bean, he LICKED my face. When I picked up bro, he CHEWED my face. So I think we made the right choice.
He's wonderful.
I thought he was closer to Pit - I never saw one with that much white on his face before. I think it gives him a delightful charm.
I miss puppy breath. Sweetest perfume on the planet. When he's old enough - the Costco brand of dog food, the one that's corn and wheat free, if it's as good as their similarly made catfood, that stuff's fantastic. (I can't recommend it directly, as we feed Tory a raw paleo-diet.)
What's his name?
He's super cute!
One of my coworkers, who is about 6-foot-4, has a little Boston named Oreo. She can jump from the floor to his shoulder when he's standing up.
It's like his whole skeleton is one giant spring.
Congrats on the new baby! Wishing you all the best!
He is a good boy. I can hardly believe it.
I had read that Rotties were a quiet breed - and found out long after Tory arrived that Rottie MALES are quiet. Rottie females will announce to the whole household that something unfamiliar has just moved an air molecule in Sector 1.5 of the Northeast Quadrant of the property line.
(We're not complaining, and neither are the young Israeli hippie kids next door. Bike and Stuff thefts have dropped like a rock.)
Is he a runner Bean?
A little short to be a pole bean.
Is there such a thing as a "prancer bean"? ;-)
(He's absolutely adorable, whatever he is.)