The dog
So Sam's new dog is a small, white fuzzball. I think it's called a bichon. It's thirteen weeks old, and weighs less than some books I've picked up in the last week. It growled a little at me when I got home last night. I eventually just picked him up and set him on my lap. He trembled, but did okay. I told him I already named my parents' dog Frodo, and he couldn't be Samwise because of my sister. Samantha vetoed Pippin, Merry, and all the other Lord of the Rings names I thought might fit the dog. She also vetoed most other names Justin and I thought of. So I started thinking of pro-wrestler names. My first instinct was Undertaker, but I knew Sam wasn't going to like that. So I went with Batista. She didn't mind that, and it's in the running. I've been calling him Batista all day, even though Sam still likes Frosty and Blizzard. She looked up names online earlier, but I'll wear her down eventually.
We took him to Petsmart earlier. I discovered how much of a baby he is. I managed to bond with him this morning, so I was carrying him around the pet store. He wanted to walk around, but if he heard people, or other animals, or machines making noise, he'd freeze and I had to pick him up. Eventually he stretched up and put his chin on my shoulder. I felt like I was carrying a newborn baby around. Even at home he's a clingy puppy, but holding him like that felt like a challenge to my manhood. I may have to do some push-ups or something.
As same was paying for stuff, a lady walked up to me and started asking me all kinds of questions. I was like, "Um, I dunno. My sister got him yesterday." She looked like a yuppie. A middle-aged woman who probably doesn't have kids, but if she does they're most likely grown up and out of her house. There were a few other ladies around using all these dog terms, and I'm standing there with a puppy trying to burrow his head in my neck. I'm thinking to myself, "Ladies, do I really look like a dog-crazy pet lover?" Though, considering the way I was holding Batista, I couldn't blame them if they had said yes.
We took him to Petsmart earlier. I discovered how much of a baby he is. I managed to bond with him this morning, so I was carrying him around the pet store. He wanted to walk around, but if he heard people, or other animals, or machines making noise, he'd freeze and I had to pick him up. Eventually he stretched up and put his chin on my shoulder. I felt like I was carrying a newborn baby around. Even at home he's a clingy puppy, but holding him like that felt like a challenge to my manhood. I may have to do some push-ups or something.
As same was paying for stuff, a lady walked up to me and started asking me all kinds of questions. I was like, "Um, I dunno. My sister got him yesterday." She looked like a yuppie. A middle-aged woman who probably doesn't have kids, but if she does they're most likely grown up and out of her house. There were a few other ladies around using all these dog terms, and I'm standing there with a puppy trying to burrow his head in my neck. I'm thinking to myself, "Ladies, do I really look like a dog-crazy pet lover?" Though, considering the way I was holding Batista, I couldn't blame them if they had said yes.