Dogs

7:11 a.m.

Oh, fine, I'll talk about DOGS. My LEAST FAVORITE subject, ever. Last night we went to visit the dog. He's very fabulous. Sunday he and his current owners are coming to our house (we live an hour from them) to see how he gets along with our dog. (That photo, by the way, made me cackle with laughter, and I think that dogs + medications = cure for depression. Someone should tell a doctor about the secret dog ingredient.) And then we may adopt him. Actually, we really want to adopt him, but it all depends on how the people feel about us and our home, so we'll see. Cross your fingers for us. I'm trying to not get excited, because I don't know how it will all go. He's half blue heeler and half pointer, and the owners are giving him up because they feel they don't give him enough attention, and that he's not getting affection. I think he doesn't spend much time with the family. He's two years old, smart, sort of chewy and jumpy, and would need some retraining, but it wouldn't be a big deal. Our pets are sort of with us c-o-n-s-t-a-n-t-l-y, so I think he'd have fun with us.

He's awesome. Smart, smart, smart, super energetic and healthy, used to cranky fat cats, and beautiful. By the end of the visit, he seemed convinced that belly rubs are a good thing, and he was leaning on me and doing the dog-laughy-face thing in my face, which was a good sign. I was worried at first he didn't have a doggie sense of humor, but by the end of the visit I saw him laugh at me a few times. (He had seemed pretty intense and aloof, which I know can be typical of the breed.) So! Obviously, I already love him, but, again, we don't know yet for sure. (Do you like how I'm all, "We may adopt this dog, I'm not getting excited about it, though. I'm not excited at all. I LOVE HIM WITH ALL MY SOUL."?) (I didn't know how to punctuate that.)

I've been wanting another dog for, oh, about forever. I seem to be happiest when surrounded by animals, which must be such a joy for my husband. I check various websites constantly, as we wanted a medium size, young(ish), athletic, energetic, cheerful dog that would be good with a) dogs and b) cats. This guy would be a good, good fit. EVERYBODY SEND GOOD DOG VIBES OUR WAY.

So! That's all I know! Also, that there will be much mutual dog butt sniffing on Sunday, and it will probably be glorious (for the dogs, of course).

Wait! The other thing I know, is when, in your new office, they post an office machine wish list (what?), starting a long conversation with your new boss that you wish you could put "time machine" on it will not make you seem "cool." In fact, it will probably make you seem "dorky" and "foolish," especially when the conversation leads to the bathing habits of people in the 1850's.

Today is my husband's birthday! I love him a ton!

I love you all too, duh,
black sheeped

Depressing Edit, 12:50 p.m.

Just got a really long email about how the owners, when they saw how much fun we had with the dog, decided maybe they should recommit to him because they remembered that having a dog can be fun. So they're going to keep him, and they're very sorry we drove there last night to visit him.

Bleh.