Huckleberry Hound
Kerry said she was thinking about writing in her LJ again & I told her if she did then I would. Well, she hasn't posted yet, but it got me thinking about posting, so here I am.
Of course it's been a few months since last time, so several things have happened, so I have lots of things to write about and well I'm more than likely not going to get to them all. I'm tired of writing/talking/thinking about my headaches and I just got back from the neurologist so I'm not going to talk about that today. Maybe next time.
Today I'm going to talk about pups.
You know we had to say good-bye to Winston over a year ago. And we needed some time to mourn him, some time to heal from the hurt of losing him. It was months before I could think about or look at photos of The Face without crying. But the more time passed and the more Robby and I healed and talked about him, the more we were ready to let another dog in our lives. We had somehow heard of a shelter called Secondhand Hounds and I started following them on Facebook. I started spending a lot of evenings looking at their available dogs and showing them to Robby. It was a lot of "awwww wook at dis faaaace. he's so cuuuute" and then babbling incoherently. If you've ever seen me around a dog, you know what this sounds like.
One random Saturday in October, I saw that SHH was going to be at a dog adoption event and Robby and I decided to stop by, knowing full well we may meet our future dog. The first dog we saw was it. I recognized her from the website and already knew I liked her and Robby fell in love right away - her name was Annabelle. We did a little more walking around and met a couple other dogs, but our first love was it. We spent another 20 minutes or so hovering around her, fully planning on shooing away anyone else who spoke to her. OUR DOG. BACK OFF. We spoke to the woman who had been fostering her since the summer and found out a little more of her story - she even mentioned that there was a YouTube video about her if we wanted to watch it. We watched it immediately when we got home, honestly almost aching that she wasn't with us already.
Not even one week later, she was home with us.
Before getting her home, we knew we didn't want to keep her name as Annabelle. It just didn't feel right to either of us. So we started a list. It honestly had 11 names on it at one point. We were looking through favorite books and mythology references to look up possibilities. It was a big deal to us. We considered Calliope, Adler, Alanna, Scout & some others I've forgotten Once we got her home, we settled on Clementine.
She is a big weirdo and hardly ever barks and a total cuddlebug and falls asleep on us and cries when she leaves the dog park and paws at us when we ignore her for too long or even sometimes while we're paying attention to her and she's adorable and totally part of our family and annoying and wonderful in all the ways a dog should be.
Of course it's been a few months since last time, so several things have happened, so I have lots of things to write about and well I'm more than likely not going to get to them all. I'm tired of writing/talking/thinking about my headaches and I just got back from the neurologist so I'm not going to talk about that today. Maybe next time.
Today I'm going to talk about pups.
You know we had to say good-bye to Winston over a year ago. And we needed some time to mourn him, some time to heal from the hurt of losing him. It was months before I could think about or look at photos of The Face without crying. But the more time passed and the more Robby and I healed and talked about him, the more we were ready to let another dog in our lives. We had somehow heard of a shelter called Secondhand Hounds and I started following them on Facebook. I started spending a lot of evenings looking at their available dogs and showing them to Robby. It was a lot of "awwww wook at dis faaaace. he's so cuuuute" and then babbling incoherently. If you've ever seen me around a dog, you know what this sounds like.
One random Saturday in October, I saw that SHH was going to be at a dog adoption event and Robby and I decided to stop by, knowing full well we may meet our future dog. The first dog we saw was it. I recognized her from the website and already knew I liked her and Robby fell in love right away - her name was Annabelle. We did a little more walking around and met a couple other dogs, but our first love was it. We spent another 20 minutes or so hovering around her, fully planning on shooing away anyone else who spoke to her. OUR DOG. BACK OFF. We spoke to the woman who had been fostering her since the summer and found out a little more of her story - she even mentioned that there was a YouTube video about her if we wanted to watch it. We watched it immediately when we got home, honestly almost aching that she wasn't with us already.
Click to viewNot even one week later, she was home with us.
Before getting her home, we knew we didn't want to keep her name as Annabelle. It just didn't feel right to either of us. So we started a list. It honestly had 11 names on it at one point. We were looking through favorite books and mythology references to look up possibilities. It was a big deal to us. We considered Calliope, Adler, Alanna, Scout & some others I've forgotten Once we got her home, we settled on Clementine.
She is a big weirdo and hardly ever barks and a total cuddlebug and falls asleep on us and cries when she leaves the dog park and paws at us when we ignore her for too long or even sometimes while we're paying attention to her and she's adorable and totally part of our family and annoying and wonderful in all the ways a dog should be.