Puppers Update
It’s been nearly a week now since puppers came home to live with us.
We’ve named him Wesley. He’s named after Wesley Crusher – happy and dopey and well-meaning, and really smart. We’re not going to keep his old name, he doesn’t respond to it. Since it only took him 2 days to start learning his new name, I suspect no one really ever tried to teach him his old one much.
He’s a happy, optimistic dog, partially trained, VERY much a terrier, smart, and very enthusiastic and playful. Wesley is between one and two years of age. We’re going to choose a birthday for him after we see if the vet can give us a better idea of his age. He’s still very puppy-like in his behavior. Bouncy and sort of all floppy and a bit clumsy. He’ll come up and walk on you and then just totally fall down on top of you. He likes to snuffle at us and be hugged. If you’re a visitor here, prepare to be bounced on and loved.
Wesley needs a lot of food and love. He was starved to emaciation earlier in his life, and his ribs and spine stick out. We’ve discovered a pattern of partially-healed scabs on his ears and around his neck from past injuries. He flinches as if he’s been hit sometimes. He was taken to foster care in early October, which is about the time his injuries would have started to heal and put on weight. Breaks my heart. We’re going to finish fixing all that.
Callie is really not sure about puppers. They spend a lot of time hissing and barking at one another, particularly at mealtimes. I guess that’s only normal. We’re hoping for less hissing soon. We may establish a dog-free zone for her.
Anyway, meet the newest member of the family. Who I’ll be taking for a walk now.
Dog is My Copilot
Today we journeyed to Longview to pick up the newest member of the family.
So far, he’s adorable, affectionate, enthusiastic, interested in everything, appears to have doggy ADD, and feels very shaky-legged when in the car. We like him very much.
His name right now is Mr McScruffy, but we feel he needs a name that’s more personal instead. What do you think his name should be?
Tonight We Toil, Tomorrow We ??
There’s going to be a surprise tomorrow.
Right now, all I have is a slight migraine and not enough time to do everything. But there aren’t any more boxes to unpack in the kitchen, to my everlasting delight. I really did not know where all of it could possibly fit, but in it went.
For relaxation, I’m participating in the November Mystery Crochet Project at Sarah London’s blog. I needed some levity in my life. I think I know what it’s going to be, but I could be surprised yet.
For now, remember that hammer drill? This is Jeff the non-power-tool-enthusiast jackhammering the recalcitrant concrete walls in my craft closet. By this point he was not very amused with anything at all in the entire world. He just wanted it to be done. Even very small hammer-type devices are not easy on your hands.
And this is what the poor cat looks like during the extremely loud drilling, when she doesn’t want to leave for fear she’ll miss something, but doesn’t want to stay because it’s too loud.
