A New Addition to the Family

This is something the Queen and I have been discussing for a little while now, and our only hangup has been finding what we were looking for in such a thing. We'd been here and there around town, but nother ever either met our fancy, or we flat couldn't afford it. Yesterday, we finally found one.

I'm talking about a puppy. We wanted a lab or golden retriever, since we wanted to ensure it would be good with the princesses, and we also wanted to get a male so we didn't have to deal with it going into heat periodically. Also, neutering is cheaper than spaying.


On Saturday, Bond sent us a message stating that he had spotted someone with free lab mix puppies in a parking lot, and as the Queen was out with the princesses at the zoo (a location I was reminded of later), I went on my own to check them out. The problem with me going on my own? I'm really impulsive on my own.


Naturally, when I got there, I did my best to converse with the Queen over whether or not to pick up one of the dwindling number of puppies remaining, but the pictures didn't come out well, and she was in the middle on something on her end of the line, so she said to do whatever I thought on it. Heh-heh. You can see where this is going right?


Well, yeah, I guess you can because I gave it away at the beginning...um...yeah.


When I got there, there were three left. I saw one in the midst of the three that I thought would be good. I didn't know whether it was male or female; I just locked onto it, and hoped that the Queen would think they would work for us. As I was standing there, two of them went away, leaving only the one that I originally wanted. Rather clinched it for me, and when the Queen gave her go ahead. I snagged him.

The drive home was interesting. I decided to drive with him sitting on my lap so in case he got nervous and lost control of his bladder, he would pee on me instead of our nice leather seats. I figured I would be a lot easier to clean up, and besides, the car did made him nervous, and he whimpered, so I served to comfort him as well. Turns out, we got home without incident.

The Queen and Princesses got home after I'd had him outside for a little while, and this is what they saw.

Cute, huh?

He's been really good so far. It was supposed to rain last night so we had him inside locked in a carrier, and I natually full expected him to piddle in his bed, but he didn't. His bed was dry when I got up six hours later and let him out. Yeah, he was whimpering, probably due to a full bladder, but at only 8 weeks, and on his first night to not soil his bed was completely impressive to me.

He's a lab/german shepherd mix, which I hear is a good combo of a lab's mellowness and a german shepherd's protectiveness. He's been really good with the princesses so far, so after only a day, I'm thinking he'll shape up to be a good dog.

Got huge paws, though, which means he'll be pretty big. The collar we have on him at the moment is tightened way down, but he should grow into it, if not outgrow it within a year. We did name him, in the tradition of everyone else's aliases, I have one for him. He is The Hunter.