Hi guys, just a short post about an eventful day. Yes I did it. I got ANOTHER dog. Here’s what happened:
I can’t help myself . I periodically (okay, almost every day) check out dogs on Petfinder.com and various other rescue sites. Sunday I typed in ‘pugs’ and what should pop up but a couple of really cute pugs at the animal shelter in Sacramento. This wasn’t actually a spur of the moment thing. I have been interested in pugs for a couple of years.
Well, to make a long story short, I called my sister and asked her if she would like to meet me in Sacramento to check out the pugs. I thought there might be a bunch of people waiting to adopt such cute dogs, and also I have a terrible time making up my mind. My sister is the reason I got Oliver–I couldn’t make up my mind and she said something to the effect of ‘What’s wrong with you? He’s a great dog.”
So my sister got to the shelter before I did (I was racing there after my workout with Vicky) and there was a line of people. We’re calling back and forth on the cell phones, sure that all these people are there for the pugs–I told her to just fill out the paper and act like she was the one interested in the dogs. Turns out most of those people were there for the free dog food! There was one other lady there, and she was interested in the male, and I said I was interested in the female. But then that lady said she didn’t want him because he was eight years old, and someone else had already put a hold on the female. We spent the day waiting around to see if they really wanted the female. Had a GREAT lunch, and I showed my sister around the unit where I work. I was actually considering getting both of the dogs, so I think it was a blessing in disguise that the other people actually did want the female. I came home with the male. He is still very groggy from the anesthesia, so introductions were VERY peaceful. I think Sophie won’t care too much as long as she still gets her cookies and a little lap time. I’m hoping it will take her mind off of food a little bit. She is OBSESSED with food.
So I’ve been musing over a name for him, and after everyone was walked and fed and sleeping and snoring, I settled into my recliner to watch an episode or two of my favorite program ‘Monk.’ The credits were running, and I was thinking about how much I even like that stupid theme song, and it came to me. I think I should name him ‘Mister Monk.’ He kind of looks permanently worried like Monk. What do you think?