our family grew over the weekend.
people said they knew i had been getting fat...
they just didn't know why.
this is why.
we got a pup!
we have been talking about getting a dog for months
waited for the perfect time
then finally decided there was NO perfect time.
so on Saturday, we went to the Humane Society
just to "look"
you can see how well that turned out.
his name is Waylon.
after Waylon Jennings
who sings this song
note: if you've been obsessed with Hatfields and McCoys like we have,
you'll especially appreciate this song for its reference thereof.
he's a shepherd mix.
maybe with lab or something?
we'll probably be "those" people
who get their mutt DNA-tested
just so we can say
"he's 1/18th Rhodesian Ridgeback"
we felt he needed a good cowboy name
seeing as how he was birthed in Texas and all
our cat, Ella, is both named after the El in Chicago,
and Bartonella henselae, which, incidentally,
is the bacteria that causes cat-scratch fever.
(it came to me in a moment of genius while i was taking my boards.)
i'm a huge nerd.
we kicked around several names
and finally i gave Nick naming rights
since i had named Ella.
he initially picked Bowie.
after Jim Bowie (of Bowie knife and Battle of the Alamo fame)
he said to me,
"can't you just see a little kid saying that name?
i want a name our kids can say."
well say no more, my friend.
i was sold.
his presentation was flawless.
be still my freaking heart.
but then Nick changed his mind.
so Waylon it is.
my new favorite accessory.
Ella is less than thrilled.
she's giving him these creepy come-here-my-precious looks.
but we like him.
so far, i'm exhausted
from getting up every two hours to let the pup go pee
and he's got separation anxiety like woah
can't even take a shower without him howling
and he's sitting there watching me.
i feel for all you new mamas out there.
i don't know how you do it.
but then again, at the end of all your struggle,
you get a fine human being.
i just get a smelly dog.