Today you get a puppy update. Pupdate, get it? Yeah, I knew you had.
Let us start off with a bang…
GirlHead and Pup - Privacy Preserved
The pup did experience massive barfage on the ride home. I expected that it could happen. Hot pup, excitement, and car motion. Man, that’s about as risky as vodka and peach schnapps with a sorority girl. Not quite. but getting there. At least in this case we weren’t talking about a liquid panty-peeler (and the pup has a 30 IQ point lead).
In case you wondered, Zöe is pronounced ZOH-ee (the J and X are silent letters). The wife always pictures the sheriff’s blonde daughter in Eureka and I picture the kick-butt black gal in Firefly (no one could carry that part off as well as she did and look great doing it).
An attentive reader (Weasel, she pities me) noted:
Decided to stick with a Z theme, did you?
Well yes, Weas, I did go with the Z name even though we dropped Zola. Why stick with the “Z” theme? I don’t know. I was throwing out names as the pup was throwing up and the wife threw some out and I heard Zöe and said “Hey. I like that. It’s cute, it’s tough, it’s easy to say in a bad neighborhood… Yeah, Zöe… and add the SpeedMetal Ümläüts™ over the “o” and yeah, it (sort of) satisfies my original desire for a german name… no, not really, but… oh hell. We’ve reached a truce, me and the wife. We spell it Z-O-E instead of Z-O-E-Y, but she insists on leaving out the Ümläüts™. Fine, but I’m still going to use the Ümläüts™ because I like ’em, so THERE.
Too Tired to Eat
Last night her crate was next to me (Zöe’s crate, not the wife’s) – I sleep on the couch on account of my neck – and she did whine quite a bit. My answer was to dangle my hand down next to it so she could smell me and then fall asleep. Neither of us got loads of sleep last night. Which is why I kicked back the recliner today, draped a blanket across me, and laid her out on my chest full-length. Just a few minutes later and we both passed out.
Strangely, or not so strangely I guess, when we both woke up she had a much different outlook. It was like her little “Trust Him” switch got thrown and she started relaxing around the whole family in a big way. In no time at all she, Cruel Wife, and both Lemurlets were all chasing each other around the yard. She’s investigating the house and scoping out all the wonderful things to chew on.
Here I’d like to point something out… She has not piddled or pooped in the house once. When I let her out and say “Go do your stuff” she runs to the back corner of the yard where I first encouraged her to “go”, and for her other tricks, 50% of the time she sits when told to and likewise for coming when I call. Not bad for one day. It is so weird. Awesome, but weird. Granted, I take her out every 30 minutes to an hour, and I praise the dogsh*t out of her every time she so much as sprinkles the grass, and she goes out after each meal or large water drinkage. She will have accidents and she will also be a handful, but I’m encouraged by the start.
You’d think I was committed to training her or something. I am I am I am SO committed to raising this pup to be a credit to her breed. She’s very intelligent and very affectionate, even at 8-1/2 weeks. It is the wife’s hope (and mine too) to possibly enlist her help to visit kids and the elderly in the hospital/nursing-home environment. So far she has the right temperament.
Someone... play with me... or I eat the carpet.
Currently she is wide awake and begging to be played with… more later…
… and I still have to work tonight. Oh boy.
And she just barked her first bark. Uh oh.
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And for the bad joke of the day… sent by a friend of my dad’s – bad bad bad (yuk yuk):
Hey everyone,
I have 4 extra tickets for the Robbie Knievel daredevil event in Philadelphia next weekend if anybody wants them. As you know, Robbie Knievel followed in his dad’s footsteps and is one of the greatest daredevil jumpers of our time.At this event, he’s going to try to jump over 5000 Obama supporters with a bull dozer.
Please let me know by Friday…..
Lemur King's Folly 