Let's please be friends. Since my last post was (apparently) so controversial that a friendly reader suggested that I need psychiatric help, and I am still feeling a little shocked by some of the hateful comments I got, I will take a moment to post something completely un-controversial that hopefully everyone will enjoy.
I originally thought that I was totally set on adopting a yellow lab. I've always had labs, and they've always been yellow. But Andy's friend Jonathan has two labs, a yellow girl (Kirra), and a black boy (Cash). Obviously, yellow (like blonde hair) is a recessive gene, but even a black dog can carry it if there's a yellow back in his bloodline... Well, Cash, unfortunately, does not have a yellow gene in his bloodline. But, then again, with results like these, who can complain?
Thirteen puppies were born to Momma Kirra between Sunday, January 23rd and Monday the 24th. (It takes a long time to birth thirteen!)
When my parents were first married, they bred their dog, Maggie, and had six beautiful yellow puppies. They kept one out of the litter--they picked Trapper because he was snuggled up to his momma's face the whole time. Trapper was probably one of the sweetest, calmest, and most affectionate dogs I have ever met. He didn't go through as much obnoxious puppy stuff because he just watched his momma and learned from her example. Since my mother is a little bit concerned about the future fate of her furniture (when I take my adopted puppy home to train while I study for the bar), a sedate puppy would be good. Is this my future puppy?
Can you imagine all those babies? Kirra makes it look easy. Apparently this afternoon she even had enough energy to go play with Cash! At this point, they haven't even opened their eyes yet. All they really do is eat and sleep--it must be the life, huh?
I say that I want a yellow. But I also told Jonathan that I wanted to visit the puppies. And that's dangerous territory. I have a very, very weak heart where puppies are concerned. Also, I am taking suggestions for names. When I thought I was going to adopt a yellow for absolute certain, I decided I would name her Eloise, and probably call her Elle or Ellie, but, of course, Elle is the name for a blonde (one with legal aspirations, too--so perfect, right?). But if she's black, she can't be Elle. So I need a new name. Andy thinks Bonnie. Maybe Matilda? Then we can call her Tilly. And then I can order her a little duck hunting vest and get her name put on it in pink.
Like I said, I always wanted a yellow. But there are some pros to a black dog. Let's list them. I like lists.
1. I could wear my favorite black yoga pants and sit on the floor and play with the dog without becoming covered in extremely obvious yellow hair.
2. Pink collars look nice on black dogs.
3. These dogs come from an amazing bloodline.
4. Cash never chewed on anything when he was a puppy, so his puppy will probably be equally well behaved. (Of course, Jonathan's veracity is somewhat questionable--he is trying to get me to take a puppy off his hands.)
5. What this puppy would cost is far, far less than the $1,000 I was considering spending at a breeder, for an equally impressively pedigree.
6. We could have play dates with mom and dad.
7. I can tell Jonathan that I want the fattest girl puppy he has. I love when they waddle.
Thoughts and feelings? They're pretty cute, huh? I'm weak. So weak.
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