happyYou can tell how not entirely looking forward to it I was. But when Scott brought me to the shelter, I discovered why he had fallen for this dog. He is so cute. I wish I had my digital camera for this. He was all over the three of us in the meeting room. Most of my inhibitions disappeared in that room. We drove him home and have been getting him used to the house, and it’s slowly working, I think. We just have to get him used to not jumping on the kitchen counters and tables. Sleeping in our bedroom. Morning runs and quality time in the evenings. I can get used to this. And we renamed him, since he hasn’t responded to his old name. The shelter staff told us that they only had the puppy for a few months, and that he didn’t have a name that they were aware of before. So we named him Dash, and he seems to have taken to it a little bit. Just think: for Christmas, he'll be Dasher. Wicked.
That’s about the extent of my day. Probably tomorrow too. And many weekends to follow. But I suppose my boys are worth it. I wonder how much sleep we’ll get tonight. Gah, there goes the sex life.
So many people that I have read about lately have been so unhappy. I hope everything turns out for the best.
