So, quick, how many reasons can you name that would keep me from blogging for several days?
Potty training by going cold turkey on pull ups? (My floors never been mopped this much in 3 days since…our last round of potty training.)
Maybe finishing some of the crazy craft projects that have taken over my workshop…and our bedroom…and now our dining room table.
Perhaps it was having 18 loads of laundry. (I would say 20,000 for effect, but if you do laundry regularly, you know that being 18 loads behind is more than enough to make someone cry without any special over dramatization.)
Or perhaps it was this…
We’ve been perusing the local shelters for a couple weeks now, not quite sure what we were looking for.
Mr. Fix-It was thinking something small and short-haired.
I was thinking something big and fluffy. Or big and short-haired. Or big and well, anything.
So we’re scanning through a shelter about an hour from home on Saturday (clearly someone was taking this a little more seriously than he wanted me to believe) and we come across a little black puppy marked as a “Pointer/Lab X.” She’d only been there for 2 days and had just been spayed the day before we saw her.
That got our attention immediately, since our beloved Yankee was a Pointer. We’ve been going back and forth about adoption verses just buying another Pointer pup later this summer.
Maybe this was the answer?!
We visited with her in an adoption room.
She was adorable.
But, umm…not a Pointer. I wouldn’t even say she’s a Pointer X. I know she’s got ticking on those cute little socks, but, well, that’s about it.
The young volunteer at the shelter told us that they just look through the Dog Breed Encyclopedia and decide what they think the dog looks like and put that on their id card. Bless their hearts.
I’m no expert, but we’re thinking she’s some kind of collie/aussie/cattle dog kind of mix and that she’s going to be medium sized and she’s got a medium to short-haired coat. Seems like we sort of magically came to a compromise when we stumbled across her laying so quiet in her little cage.
And her name was Penelope.
Ok, try saying that fast enough to stop her from chasing the chickens.
We visited her on Saturday and started some paperwork, but didn’t finish it and pick her up until Sunday afternoon. We tried lots and lots of names between the two of us after we left. All evening long, actually, while we pretended we were debating whether or not to go back for her. We couldn’t come to an agreement (on the name) so we’re going with Penny.
For being any kind of sheepdog, she’s got a very laid back personality. She’s still recovering from the spay surgery, but she just doesn’t seem to have a bold personality. I doubt she would make a good working dog. But we didn’t get her for that, and so far she seems like an awesome hang-with-the-family farm dog. She’s taken meeting the kids and chickens and cats fine, although she’s a little hesitant about the bigger animals. Of course, coming from a shelter/kennel situation and being so young, I’d hardly say she’s adjusted and completely herself yet. We’ll see who she is in a few weeks. I’m sure you’ll be seeing her a lot around here.
Summer is a great time to have a puppy. There’s all that extra daylight to fit training time into!