Sleepless in Chanhassen
May I introduce you to Boris. He's a seven week old male Rhodesian Ridgeback. We picked him up Saturday afternoon, Shanna holding him during the entire ride home. He had already met the kids a couple of times while we visited him at the breeder's house. And now he got to meet the matriarch, Natasha. All in all, that went well.
The crate must be pure torture. After dinner I placed him in while I did dishes. For fifteen minutes he filled the house with a soulful howl, so sad, so sad. And he hasn't attached himself to it yet. Just about every time he gets crated we get 10 to 20 minutes of singing.
His first night was better than expected. He didn't howl until 3 AM. A quick trip outside and he was back to sleep. But he was up again at about 4:30, just in time to ruin any expectation of additional Sunday morning shuteye.
Rocky passed on last October, we know that Boris will never fill his void. But he will create his own niche all the while rounding out our pack. We look forward to new stories, and getting a full night's sleep.
posted by Leland @ 10:00 AM
2 Comments:
So the next dog is going to be Bullwinkle?
We've engaged in preliminary explorations about getting a dog and Ely suggested the kids could name it. After they wanted to call him "Wags" or "Paws" I stepped in and stripped them of their say-so
After a lengthy discussion of natural rights and constitutional law- their rights in this house aren't God-given but instead devolve from me (it is a benign dictatorship), I said we would name any dog "Sherman"- a name which comes from Dr. Peabody's boy "Come along Sherman"
Anyway congratulations, I'll show the neighbors Boris' picture.
Mike
Bullwinkle? Not likely... We already had a cat named Bullwinkle. I think this naming theme has run it's course. Maybe it's time for names from the Andy Griffith Show;)
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