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And the Pup’s Name is…

… is going to come out in it’s own good time.  In a few minutes.  Indulge me.

We left here at 8am.  Cruising singlemindedly down I-96 to 696, up 75, and through 300 miles of red lights and annoying traffic, we finally arrived at the farm.

The farm was laid out as hospitals and churches can be laid out – with no part appearing to the untrained eye as if they are related in any way.  So we looked around while the kids did this electron orbital cloud thing about us, never ceasing, never pinned down.

I had some sort of stomach thing going on from some chinese food I ate last night so I begged off to use the bathroom before going to see the mother dog and our puppy.  From my side of the 700 year old dual bathroom’s thin walls I could hear Cruel Wife shriek “No nononono-NO!  YOU NEVER PUT YOUR HAND IN THE TOILET!  YUCKY!”

Ah, so the boy had followed the wife into the latrine.  Heh heh heh.

Anyway, sometime later after I had waited an appropriate interval, we all trouped on down to the office where they had the dogs.  There was some loud industrial crushing equipment or ore pulverizer machines going in the back room so I had trouble catching much of what was said.  It would have been better had I just put in totally sound-deadening earplugs because even though I have moderately bad hearing loss, the recruitment issues mean that loud noises actually hurt me WORSE than people with normal hearing.  Yeah, go figure.

I nod encouragingly every so often even though for all I know she is telling me about her gender reassignment surgery and her induction into the Church of Rooster Worship.  She seemed satisfied so I didn’t want to upset the boat.  Then the pup was brought out (previously known as Zola).  I held her and within minutes was completely smitten with her and pretty much wouldn’t share her with anyone.  It was bad.  Cruel Wife knew I wanted a dog but she had no idea the magnitude of my yearning for a dog.  First 20 years of my life there was pretty much a dog around all the time.

So Zola comes out and is shivering and panting and more than a bit sweaty.  She’d lost a lot of litter-mates in the last few days and was pretty wigged.

We signed a sheaf of papers that would make a mortgage lender blanch and got her registration papers and health paperwork and pretty much got a swat on the butt and sent on our way.  We got complimentary donuts and cider but I wasn’t having any of it.  I sat on the grass with my dog.  I kept saying it to myself, and it was pathetic:  “My dog.  MY dog.  My DOG.  MY DOG.  mY dOG. … ”  Well, you get the idea.

30 years later the kids and the wife finish their goodies and time kicks into it’s normal pace again.  Powdered sugar hangs in the air and crumbs tumble to the grass in slow motion, and the kids have these glassy stares and smoky expressions.  The wife, having completed her maternal duties of feeding the offspring – hungry or not – is satisfied and we leave.

We get in the SUV (doing my part to help terrorism, apparently) and start down the road.  Five miles down the road, I notice that she is frothing at the mouth a bit and suddenly horks up a HUGE wad of puppy chow.  I remember thinking that she must’ve gotten the same chinese carry-out that I did.   So this wad of wet puppy chow boils over my flannel shirt on my right arm, onto the arm rest of the door, into the door latch mechanism, and makes this sickening plop on the floor.

Crickets did not chirp, they barfed in sympathy.  Me, I held my own.

Well at least we got that out of the way!  Not unexpected, and  I console her and tell her it’s all right and that she couldn’t help it.

Just as I got all settled in again she started stiffening up and straightening out then leaning forward and blew approximately the same amount of chunks onto my wife’s flannel shirt (I was prepared this time).  It cascaded over the shirt and ran onto the floor.

Crickets heaved weakly.  Me, I held my own.

Oh, it’s ok, pup.  You can’t help that you are hot, scared, and in a car.  It’s ok.

Coming back to 96 via 696, she horks up again with very little warning all over my lap.  On both legs from crotch to knees, my hands, forearms, and onto the floor. Her toenails were fighting for position with her tail to decide who was going to come up next.

Crickets burped bile.  Me, I fought wave after wave of nausea as I smelled her stomach acid and something else.

She felt all better after that and went to sleep next to me, between me and the console.  Me, I continued to fight wave after wave of nausea.  Crickets vacated the premises.

We arrived home 2 hours after we left the farm and put out water and food.  She was surprisingly in very little distress and didn’t seem all that interested in water or food.

She’s slept a LOT, drunk some water, peed a bit, did her #2 in the yard.

And she frolicked in the grass with me, chasing me around and around the yard.

I present to you:

Zoe

Zöe, nee Zola, at rest this afternoon.

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Update:

This was such a cool idea, it seems a shame to ruin it… musical highways.

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P-Day

Less than 24 hours to P-Day.

Zola - Sept 19, 2008

Zola, The Quiet One - Name May Change

We pick her up tomorrow.  Can you believe it?   A real live honest-to-goodness DOG.  Sorry, PUP.

A lot of folks are not really familiar with the breed, so here is a link to give you an idea of just what English Shepherds are.

Examples of Adult English Shepherds

I’m so excited… first thing I think of getting up and then every 5 minutes thereafter.  Our cat was fine and all, but he was a cat.  Dogs don’t care what you do… run in the road, jump into icy water, crawl through mud, brave certain death… as long as you do it together.

With cats it is like “Uh, I’m outta here – have a nice life.”  And that is 20 times a day.

A few good dog quotes…

Heaven goes by favor. If it went by merit, you would stay out and your dog would go in.
– Mark Twain, a Biography

A dog is not “almost human” and I know of no greater insult to the canine race than to describe it as such.  – John Holmes

Dogs have given us their absolute all.  We are the center of their universe.  We are the focus of their love and faith and trust.  They serve us in return for scraps.  It is without a doubt the best deal man has ever made.  – Roger Caras

Dogs feel very strongly that they should always go with you in the car, in case the need should arise for them to bark violently at nothing right in your ear.  – Dave Barry

When a shepherd goes to kill a wolf, and takes his dog along to see the sport, he should take care to avoid mistakes.  The dog has certain relationships to the wolf the shepherd may have forgotten.  – Robert M. Pirsig, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance

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By the way – am I the only person who, upon hearing “Arrrrr!” one more time today, is going to crush that person’s vocal cords with a violent wedgie? Pirate day is cute for about 15 minutes but repetitive “ARRRRR!” everywhere you go is annoying as hell.

After seeing a number of people that I know and respect post Pirate Day™ topics, I want to qualify my stance – I’m referring to people in the hall, or in my office, or sending e:mails with “Arrrrr!” in them.  By going to someone’s blog I’m implicitly saying “I agree to whatever you are posting” but at work?  At work I’m forcibly exposed.

Plus, you ought not take me too seriously today.  Yesterday was a pain day that vicodin didn’t touch and I’m really out of sorts today.

… Don’t forget to look up “toad aficionado“, for the discriminating toadlicker.

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Pup Chosen!

Well, the new member of our family will be little Zola, who you have not seen yet.

(many thanks to the IP-challenged Weasel for linking in my puppeh)

She sounds like a wonderful match in temperament and as I said appearance counts less than personality for a new K-9 family member.  But she looks beautiful and I’m in love already.

A name?  Don’t know until we have had her a few days and then I was pondering something out of greek mythology that was appropriate or perhaps german.  Of course it’ll take a huge debate (and Girlhead already has a number of intestine-knotting suggestions.  Eeek.)

Zola, The Quiet One

As described to me by Cruel Wife:

She’s a little bit smaller than the others, very outgoing and affectionate, but doesn’t as much of the active/high-strung tendencies as some of the others.  I think (the breeder) put it that Zola was a little more reticent or cautious in a new environment until she familiarized herself (compared to rushing in and checking everything out straight off the bat).

Update: After many names like Ms. Floofypants and Cutypants, I’m putting my favorite in:  Exxy.  Short for Exsanguinator (exsanguination – look it up).

NO, I wouldn’t really do that.  Jeez.  I like Allen’s suggestion in the comments though.

Update (non-pup):

Is there no oversight at all?  Gov. Officials Probed About Illicit Sex and Gifts.  Get it?  Get it?  PROBED.  Oh, that’s rich.  It’s also disgusting.

BIDEN: ‘HILLARY MIGHT HAVE BEEN BETTER PICK THAN ME’… Yikes.  When those are your choices, things are grim.

Dems:  Somebody shut them up before they keep shooting themselves in the foot.  Repeatedly.  May I note that only in a rare few circumstances are reporters focusing on platforms and issues?  I know, hard to believe but true.

Carol Fowler – “I clumsily was making a point…”   Really?  Whodathunkit?

Classy.  Really classy.  Good p-shop tho.

Steve Cohen, likening Obama to Christ (Obamassiah) and Palin to Pontius Pilate

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We’re litter-shopping!  The kids didn’t rupture gaskets with Silver d’Cat gone (so far) so perhaps it wasn’t as big a deal as we thought it would be.  Here are some pups out of the current litter that we will go see as soon as we’re given the green light to drop by.  They need their puppy rest – they’re plum tuckered out from all that frantic growing.

Update… we just put a deposit down on a pup.  Me, I’m leaning towards little Zana there, the first pup.  I just have this feeling that she’d be a dog that would enjoy hanging out and with a gentle nature.  Then again, they’re two weeks old, so who knows?  She might be the next Cujo.  Odds are about 34 million to one, but it could happen.  Zeke, the third pup… he’s got lots of admirers already.  Understandable.   Zane, number two, is also a pup I could like.  Odds are that any one of them in the litter would be great since the parent dogz are beautiful and alert animals.

Update #2… check out the pups now, as of 08/31/08

I’m getting all jazzed up!  A dog is a huge commitment – as I understand it, an hour a day for a year should be devoted to that dog just in working with him/her and training.  I have no interest whatsoever in a dog that is poorly trained and lacks any kind of manners/discipline whatsoever.

Then there’s lots of scritches, brushing, walking, and roughhousing that needs to be done.   And napping.  Lots of napping.

Zana

Ok, now you can go to the regular post below this one.

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