Posts Tagged ‘puppy’

So, yeah. There’s a dog at the house. I have been stressing the word ‘temporarily’ until it’s become a reflex. Someone gushes over him and like a Tourettes patient I yell “He’s. Not. Staying!”

But it’s been a couple of weeks now since Jen and I found him by the side of the road in the Hoffman Triangle, a particularly rough part of Central City. He looked like a large cat, so dirty and tangled that Jen started calling him Marley for his matted dreads. He came running over, though, which is not typical street behavior.

The boy can recognize a couple of saps, what can I say? Jen let the little filthball happily roll all over her while I drove to the vet. They’re a non-profit rescue group and I was hoping they’d be able to keep the bugger. No such luck, and although there were several people who oohed and ahhed over the cleaned up puppy nobody was able to adopt him. So he’s stashed here. And the clock’s ticking. And people are getting attached.

He’s not going to look anything like that in a few months- the vet said he’s a Schnauzer/poodle, about 18 months old and 9lbs. Thick, inches long fur was shaved from him- there was so much of it that we had no idea he was a boy despite his…uh… well endowed and amorous nature (a situation what’s also been ‘fixed’).

Look, I don’t deny he’s cute. But there are already three dogs in my house and I’m in trouble here- outnumbered 2 to 1. Alison wants to keep him because, theoretically, she’ll be taking Bruiser at some point when she gets an apartment and says he’ll be lonely without company. Charlie wants to keep him because he’s a cute little bastard and the same size as Bruiser. When I tell him that Crazyland lives in the gap between having 3 dogs and having 4, he’s pointed out that that’s really only 2 dogs per household. Which is nice, except he lives, eats and poops at my house, not his.

I suspect this is a fight I’m going to lose. But if you know of anybody looking for a cute, affectionate puppy, drop me a line. Please. I’m begging you.

It’s tough being a weiner. Your hair is really short and you’re close to the cold, cold ground all the time, so I’ve had to become one of those ‘clothes for the dog’ types.

He looks really, really unhappy about this particular wardrobe choice.

Last week was a tough one for the entire household. Last minute trips to New York, driving permits to be obtained, loading the kid off to her dad’s, plumbing issues, air conditioning issues, doctor’s visits, blah blah blah.

But only one of us had actual body parts removed… followed by the indignity of the doggie cone. He’s either really resilient (Charlie’s interpretation) or too dim to even notice it (my take), but he’s still wrestling toys to the ground and taking flying leaps onto Kassie’s head.

One of the reasons we’ve been busy is company coming and going. My ex was here with his wife Stacy and their 1 year old, Alexis, all to see Alison get her class ring. It was the first time Stacy had been here, and they stayed in the Quarter, and unfortunately I didn’t have much time to play tour guide, but hopefully next time I’ll be able to show them around more and possibly even convince them I’m not totally insane to live here.

Lexi was really well behaved, and curious about everything.

Not nearly as curious as Bruiser was about all the food she left around, but still…here’s Ali with her little sister while the puppy steals her Cheerios.

Tis the season to replace all the stuff that died over the winter. My favorite Hibiscus guy is gone, alas, but I bought several from his recommended source.

They were decently large, and budded up. They’re at least twice as big as most mail order exotics. In short, they were really good… except that…you know…they’re not David.

Anyway, this was Hibiscus Metallica’s first bloom, and I was trying to get a shot of it, not realizing I was being so closely watched until I edited the photo.

Sammy & Kassie follow/are followed by the puppy. Everywhere. He’s also picking up Sam’s vocabulary. She has a vast and impressive range of socializations and soon I’ll have not one but TWO dogs following me around going “Wrrororoooow! Rooow. Mmmumpfh!”

(Translation: Gotta go out! Seriously. Maaaaa! C’mon!” )

Alison has a new dog. A teeny weenie dog of exactly the sort I said I’d never have. I’m only interested in big dogs, with big barks. I don’t have any sheep for them to herd to earn their keep, but at least they can pretend to be my security system, right?

What the hell’s a 3lb (literally) mini-weiner gonna do for me? Nada.

But…you know… he really is totally endearing. Ridiculous, too. He has no idea of his size- he takes 67lb Sammy on with no hesitation. We haven’t figured out if he’s brave or just stupid.

So…presenting… BRUISER! (Alison’s name choice)

A little side-by-side comparison: