Today Serif let another dog pee on her. There’s really no nice way to lead up to that, so I figured I’d just start with it. And we’re not talking about accidentally encountering a little bit of pee—oh no!—the dog, a medium-sized fellow who lives in our building, was getting annoyed with Serif’s youthful exuberance and so he just decided to let loose while Serif was standing under him.
Larry and the other dog’s owner and I all stared in equal parts shock, amusement, and horror as the scene unfolded in our backyard. And Serif didn’t run off. She didn’t even try to move out of the way. She just stood there, directly in the line of fire. Really the only part of the whole incident that bothered her was when we hosed her down afterward and then shampooed her once we’d gone back inside.
I’m not really sure what this says about our dog. Except that she’d probably be very popular on certain communities online.
Aaaaaaaaand I just this second had to stop in the middle of writing this to chase Serif around the condo because I looked up and she had a big piece of cat poop hanging out of her mouth. The moment went something like this:
Me: “Hey Serif! What’s that you’ve got—oh! Is that..? Oh. OH GOOD GOD NO!” I jump up from the couch and Serif runs off with her new treat. I chase her through the dining room yelling, “Serif! No!” I chase her through the kitchen and into the spare room where Larry is on his computer. “I think she has cat poo,” I say, waving my hands helplessly. Larry looks down, agrees, and attempts to grab the dog. Serif wriggles out of his grasp, runs through my legs, and we all go running back through the rooms of the condo, Serif losing bits of the poo along the way and finally eating the last bit she’s held onto just as Larry reaches her. It’s like the Keystone Cops in here. But with more cat poop.
Clearly the cat box will need a new location. And our dog will need a breath mint.
This is ridiculous, you guys. I CAN’T. STOP. LOOKING at photos of our puppy.
I can’t believe I have to wait several more weeks before we can bring her home! In the meantime, other than the occasional nightmare about her having been given away to someone else, there’s nothing much to do but look at photos and spend money. Lots of money.
We started by buying a dog, of course. Then on the way home from that I insisted on stopping at PetSmart to buy “puppy stuff” which was “really important” to do “right away.” Starting with the most necessary item in the entire store:
A squeaky toy shaped like a bag of movie theatre popcorn. How could I resist?
We also got a puppy Kong (those chew toys you fill with treats). Next we purchased a crate. And some puppy potty training pads. And a holder for the potty training pads. And some food. We’re still looking at play pens. And deciding what kind of collar/harness/leash combo to go with. Etc, etc, etc…
It is possible this puppy will be a little spoiled. But can you blame us? Look at that face!
We are also continuing the name-choosing process. So far we have suggested and rejected about 10,000 names. I think in the end we’re probably going to go with a suggestion of Larry’s: Serif (“because she has little feet”–groan, typography humor). It is growing on us, and I appreciate his efforts at finding a not-too-girly name that would appeal to a journalist.
Sadly, my original suggestion of Professor Fate was vetoed due to being “ridiculous.” Perhaps so, perhaps so…but I guarantee no one else at the dog park would have been yelling “Professor! Professor Faaaaaaaaate!”
Then again, probably not a lot of people will be yelling “Serif!!!” either. So we’re good either way. And it is a rather pretty word. And easier to fit on one of those little name tags. Which reminds me, need to buy one of those as well…
Larry and I have FINALLY found a puppy to join our little family! She’s a Corgi-Poodle mix (the poodle part is supposed to make her less hard on my allergies). We picked her out today and will be bringing her home in early August since she’s still too young (five weeks old). Until we decide on her real name we’re calling her TK (an editing term used as a placeholder in text when you have information to add later). Here are a few photos of her!