This weekend marked a change in my lifetime that, well, for a long while I thought would never happen:
I am a dog owner! Yikes!
Yep. This weekend Liz and I went up to the North Shore Animal League and picked out a mixed terrier, about two years old. She’s light brown, and very sweet. She’s a rescue dog. She comes from down south somewhere, displaced because of Hurricane Gustav. Not sure how she made her way all the way to our neck of the woods, but she’s a Queens resident now.
This weekend marked a change in my lifetime that, well, for a long while I thought would never happen:
I am a dog owner! Yikes!
Yep. This weekend Liz and I went up to the North Shore Animal League and picked out a mixed terrier, about two years old. She’s light brown, and very sweet. She’s a rescue dog. She comes from down south somewhere, displaced because of Hurricane Gustav. Not sure how she made her way all the way to our neck of the woods, but she’s a Queens resident now.
We named her Penny.
Unfortunately, it looks like the poor thing picked up some kind of kennel cough, and she’s coughing up some spittle and whatnot, so she’s not too happy right now. Liz took her to the vet this afternoon, and indeed she’s got a high fever and some sort of respiratory infection. So she’s on antibiotics and an anti-inflammatory, and should be on the mend and in fully Penny mode soon enough.
Still, Penny is sweet as can be, and has already staked her claim on the corner of the couch! And after walking her a few times I’ve already learned that she loves to chase squirrels. Whoa! She goes right after those suckers.
This is a bit of an adventure for me, after a lifetime of cats, but I think Penny’s is going to make a great addition to the family.
