A new saga began this evening, one that should at the very least be interesting blog fodder.
Leaving work this evening, Elizabeth found a little black puppy hudding against a newsstand shivering, wet and alone. No collar, no tags, nothing. Proving to be too much for her heartstrings to take, and muttering “Brian’s gonna kill me for this,” she picked up the puppy and brought her home. “P,” as we’re calling her right now so Taylor won’t catch on, rode home quietly, snuggled up in the bed of towels Elizabeth made for her on the back porch (I knew that back porch would come in handy one day), and promptly fell asleep. I brought food home, which she eagerly ate (once I held a piece of food to her nose so she could get a whiff).
She’s a very quiet puppy, so far. You can tell she’s either not feeling well, or is nervous, or has had a rough life, or something. I don’t know. I don’t know dogs. None of us know dogs. But she’s not acting like any puppy I’ve had experience with. Which isn’t many.
What’s next? First up, a visit to the vet tomorrow morning, and then … we’ll see. Hence, Chapter 1 of The Puppy Saga.
Taylor has commented on wanting a puppy. She loves to take walks around the neighborhood to look at all the puppies. When someone brings a puppy to the local playground, Taylor wants to play with it. She loves her cousins’ puppy Skipper. She loves puppies. Blue’s Clues is still her favorite TV show (although Spider Man is rapidly gaining ground, and no I’m not getting her a pet spider).
Elizabeth wants to get her a puppy.
I don’t want a puppy.
I may be in trouble.
Might be a bad idea, but here are some pictures I took of “P” while checking on her tonight.
Tentatively exploring.
After briefly exploring outside, she wedged herself between the A/C unit and a potter. I had to pick her up to bring her back inside. I don’t think she likes the big loud dogs next door.
Not bad for aiming in pitch black holding the camera away from me. Just took a couple tries to get the aim right.
She is adorable! I think you’ll soon be hooked!
Isn’t there a saying that once you feed a stray it’s your forever? Congratulations Brian…you now own a puppy!
She’s all yours now. And she is cute! Does the vet know how big she’ll get? She looks like a black lab, which I had intended on getting had Ivy not won me over.
Brian, you’re definitely outnumbered….two women who appear to have perfected ‘pouty’ (and one of those is as big a sucker for strays as her dad) – and now a female puppy. Good luck with Skipper. She’s really precious.
skipper the ? (VI, VII, X? dad help me out) is honored by the addition of her namesake to the family. Hmm…big paws, do you know what that means Brian?