2006-04-19
New Family Member
I have an announcement. On Easter Sunday Birgit and I lost our minds. We had her parents over for breakfast. They brough Kimba over too. We had a great time. That's not when or where we lost our minds. We lost our minds about three hours later. After vacuuming up Kimba's dog hair and settling down to do "some work," we ended up surfing dog sites on the web. We found the "perfect" dog breed for us -- a non-shedding, typically non-barking, intelligent, loyal, medium-sized dog (i.e., a Wheaten Terrier). We then found several people with eight week old pups for sale. We called several places in the greater metro area to see about visiting the pups. No one was home. I left a message with one. (Neither of us had ever heard of a Wheaten Terrier before Sunday.)
We went for a walk. We got home. The phone rang. It was a friendly sounding chap. He said we could come out that night and look at them. He lived past Anoka. We hopped in the car at 7:30 p.m. We arrived at 8:30. There she was. Loki, as she has come to be named, was sitting in a cage with her brother. A Schnauzer was circling the cage barking at them both. I picked Loki up. She immediately snuggled up into my sweatshirt. There was no going back.
We wrote out a check and took off like bats out of hell. The sun was down and we had a long way to go -- to Plymouth. Birgit's parents gave us a kennel to borrow. It was made for a lab, which we found out was a bad idea later that night when Loki shat everywhere in her kennel, freaked out and flung it around for hours. The entire inside of the kennel is covered in dog tirds. The dog was covered in dog dung. It was disgusting. At two in the morning we got her out. We gave her a quasi-bath -- because we didn't have any dog shampoo -- and picked the dried poop out of her long, curly hair. Disgusting.
But since that night... everything has been perfect! She is such a cutie. She is quiet, kind, and is even becoming quite potty trained already -- she's only had two accidents. I've been bringiner her over to the neighbors' to play with the two Beagles over there. Those Beagles are the dumbest dogs I've ever heard -- they bark incessantly. I hope she doesn't pick up their bad habbits. But I don't think she will. She already holds her own against them and has one scared of her, even though she is only a quarter of his size. I'll post pictures when I get home. Or sometime soon. I've realized that watching a puppy is a lot of work. I haven't gotten anything done otherwise. But life is definitely more amusing with Loki in it. I'm glad we went crazy last Sunday.
We went for a walk. We got home. The phone rang. It was a friendly sounding chap. He said we could come out that night and look at them. He lived past Anoka. We hopped in the car at 7:30 p.m. We arrived at 8:30. There she was. Loki, as she has come to be named, was sitting in a cage with her brother. A Schnauzer was circling the cage barking at them both. I picked Loki up. She immediately snuggled up into my sweatshirt. There was no going back.
We wrote out a check and took off like bats out of hell. The sun was down and we had a long way to go -- to Plymouth. Birgit's parents gave us a kennel to borrow. It was made for a lab, which we found out was a bad idea later that night when Loki shat everywhere in her kennel, freaked out and flung it around for hours. The entire inside of the kennel is covered in dog tirds. The dog was covered in dog dung. It was disgusting. At two in the morning we got her out. We gave her a quasi-bath -- because we didn't have any dog shampoo -- and picked the dried poop out of her long, curly hair. Disgusting.
But since that night... everything has been perfect! She is such a cutie. She is quiet, kind, and is even becoming quite potty trained already -- she's only had two accidents. I've been bringiner her over to the neighbors' to play with the two Beagles over there. Those Beagles are the dumbest dogs I've ever heard -- they bark incessantly. I hope she doesn't pick up their bad habbits. But I don't think she will. She already holds her own against them and has one scared of her, even though she is only a quarter of his size. I'll post pictures when I get home. Or sometime soon. I've realized that watching a puppy is a lot of work. I haven't gotten anything done otherwise. But life is definitely more amusing with Loki in it. I'm glad we went crazy last Sunday.
