Mayberry Melieu to You!

Ha, I wish, but there is one super fun household update: we got a puppy! She is beautiful and we love her and everyone has been pitching in to help take care of her just like she said they would.

Ha, I wish THAT last part was true. Hugo was so easy. Having an old dog is pure love: you tell ’em it’s too early and they plunk back down. They eat their kibble and don’t require much exercise and are just sweet. Hugo didn’t even bother to get up when we had a breakin: he just laid there and let the fear of his mass speak for itself. Puppies are amazing but they also do shit like eat table legs and shoes and they get up every few hours. It’s like a furry toddler. I did not heed the whine fast enough the other night, full out surfer style wipe out head over heels slipped on wet pile of dung and realized there was a reason I keep Stanley Steemer on speed dial. It was three a.m. and I was in the laundry room stripping down poo clothing. That company must LOVE puppies. Their marketing should be in cahoots with breeders and rescues: like ambulance chasers that pin their business cards on folks being wheeled into the ER, they could include a coupon with every adoption.

We said we would try to keep the furniture fur to a minimum. The dog now sleeps on the pillow with her body wrapped around Pete’s head. Which is concerning because I see what happens in the crate if we (I) don’t move fast enough, but she’s so dang cute. That’s what gets you.

We tried to get a rescue and kept getting denied as the organizations said our home was “unfit”. That’s the word they all used. Unfit. Because we back up to a busy road and we aren’t allowed to have real above ground fences. I kept a lab alive for 14 years; we are trying to rescue a dog found cornered in a chicken coop in Oklahoma and you’re telling me my 3000 square foot home in a midwest golf course community is unfit? So we went back to the breeder where we got Hugo and we got a call that there was one puppy left and we are now in love again.