Timing is everything....

[evil_overlord]

I go hang out at one of the local yarn stores Friday evenings...if I'm not working. Did so today...more often than not some of us hanging out long after the store closes...tonight was no different. So, I'm pulling into the parking lot of our apartment at about 9pm. A FIRE TRUCK pulls up behind me [not into the lot, but next to it on the street

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We've only had Ebony about a year...she's....19 months old now? Will have to check with the hubby on that, we actually know when she was born.... XD She's a pure-breed black-lab [that the breeder dropped off at the Humane Society...probably because of the fact that she's got markings on her chest that Mike's heard from several sources since are a throwback to the lab's original coloration....] that took an INSTANT shine to Mike...as in, when we arranged to meet her, the lady she was boarding with brought her in, she took one look at him, and *lunged* for him. She still whines pathetically when he goes somewhere without her.

He originally wanted to rename her [Ebony being not overly original for a black dog], but then I reminded him of "Hey, Ebony Blade!!" [one of the named swords they have in Skyrim], so the name stayed. Of course, he mentioned in the future--since Skyrim also has ebony armors and stuff--that we should name our next dog [some time in the misty future when Ebony is gone] Daedric or something along those lines [another style of armor... XD] I laughed and said "okay"

At least we're *starting* to break her of the "oh a person it's a person must jump all over the person to show how much I love them!!" She's actually fairly small [and skinny still!] for a lab, her last weigh-in she was 53 pounds...there are times I miss when she was a puppy and could ride around on my lap, but she's still a good girl. Likes to tear things up, but hey everyone says that's NORMAL for a lab, and if it even *looks* like she's going for power cords she gets scolded [especially since one of the first things she chewed on when we got her is when she chewed the power cord for the heating pad in half. :P]. She's not *as* bad as she used to be, and my yarn now dwells in the bedroom that has the door closed when she's out and about [she's crate-trained], and the bathroom door stays closed as well because she likes to **cough** graze in the bathroom's trashcan and we got tired of pulling out feminine unmentionables from her butt. :P

It's been a different experience though, to come home from work and be BRIGHT AND SHINY!! As in, she acts like she's not seen me in FOREVER and greets me rather enthusiastically. *G*