Sorry. Late again. It’s been a rough few days.
- We surrendered Dana back to the shelter today. Long story short, she grew increasingly aggressive and alpha despite Heather and I doing everything literally by the book. It just wasn’t a good fit and I’m heartbroken about it. When we took her in we learned that she had been surrendered after adoption once before for the same reason. We’re currently very angry with Scottsville Veterinary Adoptions. They are not doing things right, at least not always, and certainly not in the case of this specific dog.
- My dad was taken to the hospital last night and will have surgery to remove a kidney stone tomorrow. Glad it’s not something more serious, but still depressing to see my 77 year old dad in the hospital. He’s still the strongest human I know.
- The Pirates lost, the Sabres are winless through 5 games, and the Bills have more injuries than D-Day.
We leave tomorrow for a week in California. San Francisco, driving down to LA, then to San Diego. We desperately need this trip.
- Sleep. We need it. We haven’t gotten any sustained sleep since we brought her home. Human babies are easy because you can just leave them in their crib and let them cry and put in ear plugs so you don’t hear their shrieks, but big ass puppies don’t just cry, they whack you in your face and crotch with their giant Fritos paws, and they jump on the bed, and they don’t leave you alone until you take them outside at 2am so they can squat for 3 seconds and let out ketchup packet’s worth of pee before refusing to come back inside. Rinse and repeat several times a night.
- Poop. She makes it. A lot of it.
- Name. She has one. We through a few options around for a day. Buzz… Cosmo… We really liked Poe, but decided it sounded too much like “No” and that would just cause confusion and problems moving forward. We wanted something that began with a hard consonant sound to quickly grab her attention. We settled on Dana, or Special Agent Dana Scully, for short.
- Energy. She has it. All of it. We give her a good workout every morning in the backyard before we crate her while we are at work. I’ve been going home for lunch all week to let her out and let her run around for another 20 minutes before crating her again until ~5pm. Then every evening we spend time walking and running and fetching, all in the hopes of expending enough energy that she will maybe, just maybe, oh for the sweet love of all that is holy, sleep through the night. So far it doesn’t seem like we’re doing enough because she’s rambunctious and constantly wanting to wrestle, no matter the hour of day. We’re investigating ways to keep her brain working while she’s crated (already have a Kong that we stuff w/ some pb), and we are open to advice/suggestions.
- Love. We share it. Oh yes. So much love.
In case, like me, you could use a little unbridled joy and cool autumn feels right now.
Border-collie and pony best-friend frolicking.
Absolutely terrifying. I’m not sure I’ll ever be able let our new girl off leash outside my fenced-in yard after seeing this video. We might never see her again when she chases a squirrel across the state.
Then again, she jumped and ran behind us in shock and fear when we unexpectedly encountered a cross-country runner on our hike yesterday evening… Sooooo….
She’s gorgeous (and rambunctious). We’re still working on a (re)name.
They told us she’s a “Lab” (highly questionable) but the paperwork for when they took her in says “Shep Mix” (at least in the right ballpark). We don’t really know what she is at this point. If you can discern anything from this video, please let us know. We’ll definitely be doing a DNA test at some point to get to the bottom of it.
Guitars Replaced by Dogs (via)
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That’s Jay, the Border/Lab puppy… that I will not be adopting. :-(
Heather and I spent an hour with him this evening and he’s gorgeous and well-behaved (for an 8-month old) and playful and he seemed to like us both… but the timing is just not right. I just don’t feel comfortable adopting a dog right now, particularly a puppy, knowing I would be entirely responsible for raising it, at least until Heather moves to Rochester.
I only hope that he ends up being adopted by a great family that can give him the love, time, and attention that he deserves. Unfortunately, that’s not something I can do alone at this point.
I just need to remind myself that there are plenty of dogs out there who are in need of adoption. Priority 1 is getting Heather to Rochester. Once that is settled we can move on to building a life together that includes a great dog of our own.
A special wish of love and secret luck later this week from Chuckie for Steve.
This video makes me happy.
Soooo… I may have just submitted an adoption application to a local rescue for this little guy…
Hopefully I’ll get to meet him soon.
Oh man… I’m freaking out a little bit.
A special Chuckie moment for Steve.
What a spaz! I love him. And Duffy has the look of someone who used to be embarrassed by Chuckie’s antics but has since learned to just ignore them, as if to say “Get a load of that trainwreck. I know, right?”
This was a very nice way to wake up. Thank you, Cary!
Because Chuckie’s skills lie elsewhere.
I needed a good dose of my favorite internet pooch this morning. I can always count on Cary and Chuckie to deliver the goods.
Popcorn came to visit a year ago. Here’s 90 seconds of us playing fetch in my hallway.
OK. FINE! UNCLE! I admit it: Anchor is a cute dog. (Taken with Instagram at Rochester, NY)
This will put a smile on your face.
OK fine. You win.
This is “totally cute!!! squeeeeee!!!”
"Dude. Stop it. Your Restless Leg Syndrome is driving me crazy."