(Overdue) Dog Blogging
Here he is, in answer to the demands of my small but loyal fan base. Our new dog. He's a rescued pit-bull mix, incredibly sweet and submissive, one-and-a-half years old, and 50-odd pounds of wild enthusiasm and love. As my husband used to say (although I don't think it was original to him), "There is no love like dog love." So true.
Mr. Dog has caused considerable disruption; the cats have taken up semi-permanent residence in the basement, because he chases them mercilessly, and because they have not figured out that he is, in fact, a wimp who cowers in fear of their claws and hissing.
He looks and sounds fierce, but the other night, he alerted me to a possible intruder ("Hey, I have a pitbull," I think, foolishly. "I can just leave my doors and windows wide open at all hours of the night."). He ran furiously to the kitchen, barking like crazy, and then ran back just as quickly to hide behind my legs. I had to drag him by the collar to investigate. Fortunately, (and contrary to my fevered imaginings), the barking was elicited not by an armed bandit entering my home, but by the peculiar troglodyte cousin from California who has taken up temporary residence in the empty house next door, and who appears to like to sneak into his own residence under cover of complete darkness, even when that makes it very difficult for him to get the key into the lock.
My daughter loves him--mostly--except that he has a wicked loving tongue and a tendency toward eye-boogers and unpleasant mucousy secretions of mysterious origins.