Well, that didn’t take long:
Our application was approved Friday afternoon, and when I asked if we could pick her up next Friday, after my three-day trip, I was told that would be fine, as long as we didn’t mind maybe losing her if some other qualified party arrived in the interim. WHAT? NOOOOOO. We came down to get her the very next day, and as of the weekend, we’re now Wendy’s people. Although we’re not sure whether she’s going to stay Wendy. I like the name, but Alan is taken with this idea that a dog’s name should include fricatives, sibilants and a long E on the end. For some reason he likes “Lucy,” which has only one of those. I was thinking maybe Suzy. And then, last night, Alan walked into the house after a walk with her and said, “I think her name is Gidget.”
Maybe it is. For now, I’m trying not to use “Wendy” quite so often, just in case she ends up Desdemona or something.
And even though this is just day two, and she’s still very much a newcomer to the house, she seems to be settling admirably. No accidents, little barking, not even an overabundance of the infamous JRT energy. She’s lively, sure, but as you can see from the picture, she’s also pretty mellow. We had dinner guests last night, when she’d been here only a few hours, and she was an absolute champ. Slept all night in her crate in the bedroom without so much as a whimper. Maybe she’s just enjoying the silence, and the air conditioning, and the carpets.
I’m so happy to have a dog again. Someone to talk to when I’m here by myself.
Edward Snowden, on the run again. To Ecuador?
Finally, another picture, from the Friday-afternoon freeway:
It’s a bakery, based in Mexico. Which must explain a lot.
Bimbo, Gidget, and four days of 90-degree weather ahead. What’s it like in your part of the world?