A much cheerier post
"There is no psychiatrist in the world like a puppy licking your face."
-Bernard Williams
I love all animals. And while this house is replete with cats, and we already have a dog, you might recall that, while I was in the hospital, I began to obsess on a new breed, and the idea of what other dog might best round out our household. What new personality might lift the spirits of a home that has been, of late, far too busied with the business of sickness and death.
We needed a clown. We needed a burst of vigorous and exceptional and humorous energy. We needed a small, fey and sprightly spirit that was also full of love and affection. We needed a velcro dog, a lap dog, a puppy that likes to fall asleep at your feet without getting in your face. Not much bark, a whole lot of face-lick. We needed a dog willing to please and given to comical play.
We found him.
Meet my new psychiatrist.
Things he has learned so far:
A collar and leash are not so bad.
Peeing outside is FUN.
Cats are good for chasing, but not for biting. Playing is better than fighting.
Cat toys are more fun than dog toys.
Grass is just the BEST.
If you knock over Mama's coffee cup, it spills and then you can have a little before she grabs the paper towels.
Stairs are scary, but I'm getting braver.
Mommy and Daddy love him.
He's wonderful. He snores, he farts, he snorfles wonderfully, he doesn't run so much as he dances, like a tiny, tuxedoed pixie. He leans against you when you sit together. He sleeps under my chair as I type.
He is just exactly what I needed.
It's an indulgence, I know. I didn't really need another dog. But at the same time, indulgence is not always such a bad thing.
He's going to the Montgomery County Scottish-Irish Festival next weekend, if you want to come meet him.
-Bernard Williams
I love all animals. And while this house is replete with cats, and we already have a dog, you might recall that, while I was in the hospital, I began to obsess on a new breed, and the idea of what other dog might best round out our household. What new personality might lift the spirits of a home that has been, of late, far too busied with the business of sickness and death.
We needed a clown. We needed a burst of vigorous and exceptional and humorous energy. We needed a small, fey and sprightly spirit that was also full of love and affection. We needed a velcro dog, a lap dog, a puppy that likes to fall asleep at your feet without getting in your face. Not much bark, a whole lot of face-lick. We needed a dog willing to please and given to comical play.
We found him.
Meet my new psychiatrist.
Things he has learned so far:
A collar and leash are not so bad.
Peeing outside is FUN.
Cats are good for chasing, but not for biting. Playing is better than fighting.
Cat toys are more fun than dog toys.
Grass is just the BEST.
If you knock over Mama's coffee cup, it spills and then you can have a little before she grabs the paper towels.
Stairs are scary, but I'm getting braver.
Mommy and Daddy love him.
He's wonderful. He snores, he farts, he snorfles wonderfully, he doesn't run so much as he dances, like a tiny, tuxedoed pixie. He leans against you when you sit together. He sleeps under my chair as I type.
He is just exactly what I needed.
It's an indulgence, I know. I didn't really need another dog. But at the same time, indulgence is not always such a bad thing.
He's going to the Montgomery County Scottish-Irish Festival next weekend, if you want to come meet him.