It has been over 20 years since I have lived with a dog. I didn’t think I could after my beloved Sparky, but a couple of years ago…I started having ‘puppy pangs’
Kinda like when your biological clock starts ticking only different, obviously.
Last night My Chatterbox and I sat over dinner and discussed dog names.
We went through the gambit…funny, we only really picked boy names.
- The Captain – Cap
- The Doctor – Doc
- Mark Messier
- George Clooney
- Weasly if it was a ginger
- Prince – over MY DEAD BODY
- Cappuccino – Cap for short
- Capaletti – Cap for short
- Stormageddon Dark Lord of All
- Amelia Pond if it was a female – Pond for short as in “Come along Pond”
The next morning I had THE TALK with the hubs and asked why he was against the idea.
Apparently his biggest fears are :
- It will die one day and that sucks
- The hubs will do all the work
- Where will we put it when we go on holidays
I think the biggest fear he had was falling in love and having his heart broken.
That is the problem with dogs. They are awesome.
I texted Chatterbox this morning – she was in bed. I do this to she if she is awake. The conversation went like this:
Me: You up?
Me: Come downstairs, we need to talk.
CB: #$@%NGJ%M! fine
Then she came down stairs.
CB: What did I do, how much trouble am I in?
(I love that she assumes she is in trouble…so proud!)
Me: we are going to the SCARS adoption event today to pick out a dog to keep.
CB: SERIOUSLY? When are we leaving?
If you know my Chattbox, then you know that she is never on time for anything. This time she was ready and waiting.
We went to the adoption event and were interviewed. I filled out an application with questions like “if your pet was sitting on the sofa and you wanted him off, what would you do?” There was a lot of ‘What if” questions.
Having aRescue Dog was important to me. I like to rescue animals and humans. This guy was likely a an outside dog that fought for his own food. He acts like he isn’t allowed inside and positions himself as Alpha around other dogs. He is confident and affectionate with humans.
When we walked into the place, I saw him across the room. He looked me in the eye and wagged his tail. He was mine.
I talked to the host and she asked us what our lifestyle is like, then she introduced us to my dog.
The Dog picks the Family.
He was on TV earlier that morning and lots of people wanted him. They picked us. ChatterBox took him outside with the Foster Mom. She picked us too. Then she cried because
- She will miss him
- He found a good fit
We were granted a sleep-over. Apparently this rarely happens. The Foster Mom will come tomorrow to finalize the adoption process if she approves of the conditions.
His Name is Hefner. He won’t entertain the idea of Watson, but will come to Hef.
He likes to sit in my son’s spot.
This might be a problem, my kid is Sheldon and that’s his spot. There may be some Alpha stuff going on when my boy gets home from his trip.
Oh ya son, we got a dog.