02.17.08
Meet Dusty: Super Delegate and Agent Provocateur
Well, it has been so long, hasn’t it? I know you must be pretty pissed at me, Internets. But I have been really busy, you see…
I gots this new job, and my husband went back to school, and then my kid started school for the first time.
I had no intention of ignoring you, but… oh fuck it. Let’s just go straight to some pictures of my new puppy. You can’t be mad at me looking at pictures of a fluffy puppy.
This is Dusty. He is 8 weeks old and we think he is a shepard/retriever/pancake mix.
We have delayed getting a dog for a long time. The primary reason is that we have not had a fence for our backyard until about 5 days ago, which Husband built very well.
Daughter went to her friend’s birthday party yesterday. With three hours to work, Husband and I planned to hit up the local animal shelters to find us a dog. Our search concluded at the first animal shelter we went to, the main Charleston shelter on Leeds Avenue.
The first dog we looked at was a skinny, long-legged thing, and she really didn’t seem to give a damn that we were interested in saving her from death. She completely ignored us, not even approaching us when we offered to let her smell our butts.
NEXT!
In the last cage were three puppies: two girls and a boy. The volunteer who was helping us let us know that the girls were spoken for, but we could take a look at the boy. I picked him up, and that was pretty much it. As soon as he laid his little head on my shoulder, I was sold. Husband smirked at me for being such a tender-hearted wuss.
During our previous discussion about getting a dog we had made Daughter understand we needed a fence before we could get one. At that time, we had also discussed doggy names. Daughter held firm to her stipulations that we get her a girl dog and that she wanted to name her Belle. Or Ariel. Or Jasmine. Or Sleeping Beauty.
We brought the puppy home to Daughter and she was only 50% thrilled when she learned that he was male. I asked her what she wanted to name him because “Belle” wasn’t a name for boy dogs.
“Spider-man?”
Dusty, you are lucky I’m sticking up for you.
More pictures of the boy are in my Flickr stream to the right.
