Great news!!! { for once. }
Dec. 27th, 2005 06:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
redfirecrackerGuess what?
I am a proud new doggie-mama!
Her new name is Yuengling, and she is the sweetest dog.
Well . . . Kristin says, "That's not a *dog*, that's a BEAR!" Yuengling's a big girl, easily weighing in at a hundred pounds or so, but I like big dogs, and her previous people invested the money in serious training. She heels, sits, stays, comes on command, walks nicely on a leash, is calm during car rides and is excellently well-behaved with visitors.
As much as I loved my former companion animal, Sambuca, I'll be the first person to admit that she was a seriously high-maintenance dog, a neurotic wreck who required much emotional -- and, ultimately, physical -- care.
Yuengling is a welcome relief, very undemanding and yet full of personality.
It's only been about two months, and she's already come out of her shell quite a bit. She was rather depressed in the shelter, probably because she's been there for so long, but she's becoming quite lively as she gets used to my comings and goings.
On her first day for a car ride . . . she seemed rather nervous, but was clearly glad that we ended up at home. I suspect that she may associate car rides with being taken away from her home and her people. Now she's doing quite well, though, and in fact, I'm having trouble getting her to stay put when I go to work. She wants to come with me everywhere!
It's too bad that I can't bring her with me. She's a wonderfully well-behaved dog, and she'd be great at work. My supervisor would love to have her here, but my boss would have a cow.
Christmas was pretty okay, all things considered. Yuengling and I drove down to my parents' for Christmas breakfast, and later, we had last-minute company with pizza and Chinese food. The dog ate so much people-food, I'm surprised that she didn't get sick.
I also had unexpected overnight company . . . you know, the kind that means you have to wear turtlenecks for the next week? Yeah. And that was a damn fine surprise. But I could do without the love bites on my neck . . . I'm too old for that kind of crap!
Lyrics quiz!
"Scratch my name in your arm with a fountain pen... this means you really love me." Name the song and artist . . . bonus points for the album title!
Eh, fuck it. I had plenty more to say, but it's time to go home.
I am a proud new doggie-mama!
Her new name is Yuengling, and she is the sweetest dog.
Well . . . Kristin says, "That's not a *dog*, that's a BEAR!" Yuengling's a big girl, easily weighing in at a hundred pounds or so, but I like big dogs, and her previous people invested the money in serious training. She heels, sits, stays, comes on command, walks nicely on a leash, is calm during car rides and is excellently well-behaved with visitors.
As much as I loved my former companion animal, Sambuca, I'll be the first person to admit that she was a seriously high-maintenance dog, a neurotic wreck who required much emotional -- and, ultimately, physical -- care.
Yuengling is a welcome relief, very undemanding and yet full of personality.
It's only been about two months, and she's already come out of her shell quite a bit. She was rather depressed in the shelter, probably because she's been there for so long, but she's becoming quite lively as she gets used to my comings and goings.
On her first day for a car ride . . . she seemed rather nervous, but was clearly glad that we ended up at home. I suspect that she may associate car rides with being taken away from her home and her people. Now she's doing quite well, though, and in fact, I'm having trouble getting her to stay put when I go to work. She wants to come with me everywhere!
It's too bad that I can't bring her with me. She's a wonderfully well-behaved dog, and she'd be great at work. My supervisor would love to have her here, but my boss would have a cow.
Christmas was pretty okay, all things considered. Yuengling and I drove down to my parents' for Christmas breakfast, and later, we had last-minute company with pizza and Chinese food. The dog ate so much people-food, I'm surprised that she didn't get sick.
I also had unexpected overnight company . . . you know, the kind that means you have to wear turtlenecks for the next week? Yeah. And that was a damn fine surprise. But I could do without the love bites on my neck . . . I'm too old for that kind of crap!
Lyrics quiz!
"Scratch my name in your arm with a fountain pen... this means you really love me." Name the song and artist . . . bonus points for the album title!
Eh, fuck it. I had plenty more to say, but it's time to go home.
