Serif has been looking a little wild and woolly lately, so we decided to have her groomed. I was worried she’d come out looking ridiculous, but she actually looks pretty cute. And everyone at the grooming place made much of her, so she enjoyed that.
Here’s a before shot (looking very cute, if a tad unkempt):
And an after shot (looking a tiny bit buzz-cut but overall quite smart):
Back by popular demand, it’s photos of Serif! Our little pup has had lots of adventures (sadly not all photographed), including a trip to the local farmers market and a Greek festival! She remains a very popular little lady in the neighborhood (single? wanna’ meet someone? contact us about renting our dog for an afternoon–trust me, you’ll meet more people than you know what to do with). Phrases heard while walking Serif: “That is just absurdly cute! That should be outlawed!” “She looks like a stuffed animal!” “She’s like a little Oreo!” “What on earth kind of dog is that?” And of course the ever popular, “OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD!!!” But Serif loves the attention and always looks rather let down when we don’t meet anyone on her afternoon walk, so for now it’s all good. Now then, the photos!
This first is a very sad photo of Serif after her emergency trip to the vet (allergic reaction to a routine puppy shot). According to Larry, this is her face already much improved. It’s OK to laugh. I consider it a tragicomedy.
The rest of these are just photos of Serif being generally cute and puppyish. Enjoy!
OK, so the headline is slightly misleading, but only just slightly. Today while Larry was digging holes to prepare to put in a new fence, Serif and I kept him company in the backyard. Serif mostly looked for things to chew on. I read a book and stopped every so often to take photos.
I took 199 photos today. All but ten were of Serif (who, by the way, is now up to 5 lb 7 oz!). Here’s a little sampling:
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.
I took Serif for her first vet appointment today. She didn’t like riding in the carrier, but she was very brave once we arrived at the clinic. The women working there made much of her, giving her many treats and calling her a “little doll,” and another woman in the waiting room tried not to look too horrified when she heard “corgi-poodle mix.” She did ask me, “How on earth did that happen?” Well, a mommy dog and a daddy dog who love each other very much…
Also, I wish you all could have been there for my lecture to the vet assistant on the origins of the name Serif. “You see, in typography, serifs are semistructural details on the ends of the strokes that make up letters and symbols…” *blink, blink*
All in all the vet says Serif is in excellent health, but she does have ear mites, so now she and Buster will get to be treated for that. Let joy be unconfined.
And now, for Kenneth, who demanded them, more photos!