So I think I'm completely ready: got a crate, a few toys and little water bottles to chew on, an old blanket, a leash and collar. I took the afternoon off of work yesterday and cleaned like a madwoman, trying to get any little thing that could get into puppy's mouth off the floor. I know the mad cleaning is not a neccessity, as I'm sure Ryan will attest, but I always look for any excuse that will force me to do a deep clean. Sometimes I like to plan parties or invite guests over to force the issue.
Here's a picture of Dark Greenie (still unnamed, though we're getting closer)
ain't he handsome as hell?
Last night, Ryan had band practice, and I poured myself a glass (or two) of wine, got on the internet, and combed through Band lyrics, Beatles Lyrics, the Byrds, the Kinks, anything, looking for inspiration. If puppy were a girl, we'd be fine as wine. But a boy name is really hard to decide on....Moses (Mose) , Abbott (Abby), Otis (O, Odie), Zeke, LeMutt (Lem), Vernon, Milo, Arlo.... I don't know, I need to stop and just wait till he get him to see who he really is.
It is exciting, but I think I will always be a cat person, the fluffster definitely will be my main man first and foremost. I need to remember to reinforce that with him daily, so he doesn't kill me. The thing about a cat is that they love you on their terms, so other people may not see how cool he is, but I like it better that way, it's my little secret! When looking into puppies, we sought out a breed that is somewhat cat-like in temperament: they're reserved by nature, and calm and don't warm to everyone immediately. I like that. Of course he's still a pup and he'll be crazy and cool and fun.
I do, however, get annoyed and almost offended when people say to me, "Oh you'll be amazed at how quickly he becomes a part of your life." I've had several people say this to me, people who know me, it's insulting to the fat cat. Do you not think I'm completely attached to him? Or that I didn't spend an entire night in an Atlanta hotel crying when we missed a connecting flight because I was cat sick? Yes, I know a person gets very connected to animals, I've already got one, I've had him for 10 years, since he was a tiny little kitty I could put in the pocket of my sweatshirt. Now he's a cow, I'll post so large and in charge ones later, but here's a cute one of him being very cat-like:
Here's a picture of Dark Greenie (still unnamed, though we're getting closer)
ain't he handsome as hell?
Last night, Ryan had band practice, and I poured myself a glass (or two) of wine, got on the internet, and combed through Band lyrics, Beatles Lyrics, the Byrds, the Kinks, anything, looking for inspiration. If puppy were a girl, we'd be fine as wine. But a boy name is really hard to decide on....Moses (Mose) , Abbott (Abby), Otis (O, Odie), Zeke, LeMutt (Lem), Vernon, Milo, Arlo.... I don't know, I need to stop and just wait till he get him to see who he really is.
It is exciting, but I think I will always be a cat person, the fluffster definitely will be my main man first and foremost. I need to remember to reinforce that with him daily, so he doesn't kill me. The thing about a cat is that they love you on their terms, so other people may not see how cool he is, but I like it better that way, it's my little secret! When looking into puppies, we sought out a breed that is somewhat cat-like in temperament: they're reserved by nature, and calm and don't warm to everyone immediately. I like that. Of course he's still a pup and he'll be crazy and cool and fun.
I do, however, get annoyed and almost offended when people say to me, "Oh you'll be amazed at how quickly he becomes a part of your life." I've had several people say this to me, people who know me, it's insulting to the fat cat. Do you not think I'm completely attached to him? Or that I didn't spend an entire night in an Atlanta hotel crying when we missed a connecting flight because I was cat sick? Yes, I know a person gets very connected to animals, I've already got one, I've had him for 10 years, since he was a tiny little kitty I could put in the pocket of my sweatshirt. Now he's a cow, I'll post so large and in charge ones later, but here's a cute one of him being very cat-like:
I know I'll have the same attachment to the new pupp-o, animals bring a lot to your life. That's part of why I'm so excited, I know how fun it is. But I also know that I'm not having a baby, he's not "a member of my family". He's an animal, a pet, and I guess since I'm from the boonies, I don't have that anthropomorphizing tendency to think my animals are my babies, or that they can experience human emotions. I'm not their mommy, Ryan is not their daddy. They are my pets and I love them BECAUSE they are animals, and to try and humanize them in that way can take away that very catness or dogness that makes them so enjoyable.
It is definitely a country/city thing, I think. I always had animals around growing up, including inside and outside cats and dogs and cows that we would eat. As much as I like my pets, and am definitely spending some money on this new one, he is a pet. I don't think they need 300 toys (in fact, the cat is patently uninterested whenever we buy one for him, he far prefers to dig dirty socks out of the laundry), I don't think they need to be a part of doggy-dates. PetSmart scares the shit out of me, there is way too much crap in there that animals don't need. Be honest with yourself, you are not buying that doggy a sweater because he's cold, you're buying it becuase you want your dog to say something about you.
Anyway, I should get off my soap box as it were, and pretend to work for a little while longer....
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