It took us a little longer than we thought, but this weekend Liz and I adopted a new dog. He’s a two-year-old Shelte mix, who’s cute as all get-out. He’s friendly, fun, good with people and other dogs. We named him Simon.
And by the way … he’s nuts!
I’m guessing (praying is more like it) that he’ll calm down as he gets used to his new home, but any time Liz or I even stand up from the couch, he pops up, and heaven forbid we walk toward the kitchen (and the front door), he’s trippedIt took us a little longer than we thought, but this weekend Liz and I adopted a new dog. He’s a two-year-old Shelte mix, who’s cute as all get-out. He’s friendly, fun, good with people and other dogs. We named him Simon.
And by the way … he’s nuts!
I’m guessing (praying is more like it) that he’ll calm down as he gets used to his new home, but any time Liz or I even stand up from the couch, he pops up, and heaven forbid we walk toward the kitchen (and the front door), he’s tripped out like he just guzzled ten cans of Red Bull.
Good gravy …
But he’s just got one of those goofy hyper ways about him that makes it impossible to get mad. I just start cracking up.
He’s already met a handful of the dogs in the building, and so far good meetings all around. Simon is good in that he let’s the other dogs do their thing, and doesn’t get all worked up, so it keeps them calm, which is nice.
And in one of the stranger elements of this adoption, when we saw him posted online through a New Jersey pet adoption agency online, his name was–and I’m not joking–Scooby.
Well, I’m not saying it’s the worst name ever, but we quickly decided to go another way. I suggested Simon, and Liz gave the thumbs up. So Simon it is.
I’ll have pics soon, but I’m sure in the days ahead (and weeks and months and years), I’ll have lots of stories to tell. In fact, I’ve already got one in particular, but I’ll save that til next time …
