Long overdue update: DACHSHUND
Yeah, so on Monday I get a phone call from Mom while I am sitting at lunch with La, Joey, Zack and Trevor. Mom says she has two things to tell me: 1.)[Something that means something only to me]... 2.) "oh, and we might be buying a dachshund puppy."
Now, most of you reading this know my mom quite well. She dislikes dogs (and the few she likes, she likes from a distance). She hates dog breath, dog drool, dog hair, dog poop, dog smell. Well, she and Mickey went into Pet World to look at the animals quickly, and what does Mom do but fall head over heals for a two-month old, carmel-colored dachshund puppy. I went ballistic at lunch. I believe I yelled, "ARE YOU CRAZY?!?!?!?!" at the top of my lungs. Crazy in a good way. It was like a dream.
So Monday night Dad, Mom, Mickey and Julia went back to the store and bought this puppy. He was not a puppymill puppy, I was worried about that. Dad wasn't happy about the idea at first, but when they brought him home on Tuesday night, I called to see how everything was going, and Dad was talking in as close to a baby voice as I've heard him do. He loves dogs. Mickey is, naturally, on top of the world. Mom has been sending me pictures of puppy sleeping in his crate in the kitchen. Apparently he was bounding about in the yard after Mick, and the (recently mowed) grass was longer than his legs, so he had to bounce over it like a rabbit.
There was a huge to-do over naming him. No one could agree on a name-- Zack wanted to name him something German, like "Ulrich", Mickey wanted to name him "Walnut", Mom wanted "Hafiz", etc.
I said, "Why don't we name him after a book or movie character that we all like?" so we thought and thought, and finally I proposed "Atticus", because we all love Atticus Finch. Everyone settled down and was like, "Yup, good." I wasn't totally sure that was the name I wanted, I had just thrown it out as a suggestion, but the four at home immediately stopped arguing, and when they called Zack on the other line, he said, "Oh, yeah, that's it." So his name is Atticus.
I AM SOOOOO DARN EXCITED. He is freaking tiny and cute. He has enormous ears, and he sort of looks like a weensy golden retreiver. Zack shouldn't be allergic to him-- Z's main problem is cats and rodents. And Atticus has pretty short hair.
Mom tried to enroll him in a puppy class already, but he's too young. AIEEEEEEEEEEEEE. Zack and I are trying our hardest to go home this weekend to see him.
Ok, I have to meet some pals for lunch and to discuss our psych project. Sorry it took me so long to write. It's been another crazy week, what with three exams. I'm done for a while now.
Now, most of you reading this know my mom quite well. She dislikes dogs (and the few she likes, she likes from a distance). She hates dog breath, dog drool, dog hair, dog poop, dog smell. Well, she and Mickey went into Pet World to look at the animals quickly, and what does Mom do but fall head over heals for a two-month old, carmel-colored dachshund puppy. I went ballistic at lunch. I believe I yelled, "ARE YOU CRAZY?!?!?!?!" at the top of my lungs. Crazy in a good way. It was like a dream.
So Monday night Dad, Mom, Mickey and Julia went back to the store and bought this puppy. He was not a puppymill puppy, I was worried about that. Dad wasn't happy about the idea at first, but when they brought him home on Tuesday night, I called to see how everything was going, and Dad was talking in as close to a baby voice as I've heard him do. He loves dogs. Mickey is, naturally, on top of the world. Mom has been sending me pictures of puppy sleeping in his crate in the kitchen. Apparently he was bounding about in the yard after Mick, and the (recently mowed) grass was longer than his legs, so he had to bounce over it like a rabbit.
There was a huge to-do over naming him. No one could agree on a name-- Zack wanted to name him something German, like "Ulrich", Mickey wanted to name him "Walnut", Mom wanted "Hafiz", etc.
I said, "Why don't we name him after a book or movie character that we all like?" so we thought and thought, and finally I proposed "Atticus", because we all love Atticus Finch. Everyone settled down and was like, "Yup, good." I wasn't totally sure that was the name I wanted, I had just thrown it out as a suggestion, but the four at home immediately stopped arguing, and when they called Zack on the other line, he said, "Oh, yeah, that's it." So his name is Atticus.
I AM SOOOOO DARN EXCITED. He is freaking tiny and cute. He has enormous ears, and he sort of looks like a weensy golden retreiver. Zack shouldn't be allergic to him-- Z's main problem is cats and rodents. And Atticus has pretty short hair.
Mom tried to enroll him in a puppy class already, but he's too young. AIEEEEEEEEEEEEE. Zack and I are trying our hardest to go home this weekend to see him.
Ok, I have to meet some pals for lunch and to discuss our psych project. Sorry it took me so long to write. It's been another crazy week, what with three exams. I'm done for a while now.