05 May 2011
Lil' Dude! No, wait, Buster! No, Marley! Marley it is. I think.
So I think we're calling this little dude Marley; Laz had named him Buster yesterday morning (after the dog in Toy Story) but then my Dad was talking about "Marley & Me" this morning and Laz changed his mind. Marley is a cooler name... not that the dog answers to anything right now. I took him in for shots and deworming yesterday and the vet said he was in good shape despite having been dumped on the street; she said he's about 6 weeks old and seems to be a boxer/pitbull/shepherd mix. I also got a kennel (really a huge dog carrier so he can travel in it later on) for him at night; the roaming around the house whining and yipping and peeing and pooping all over the place does NOT work for me. Truth be told, I adore puppies but hate raising them; I had planned to get a young adult dog at a shelter in another year or so, but this guy really needed a rescue. And God, look at that face. So, puppyhood it is. Lucky little dude, I'm feeling generous these days.