January 30–31, 2007 There’s a risk in taking your out-of-town guests to visit all the cute little puppies and kitties at Milo. Before Karen, Jane and I could slip out unnoticed, the Milo people asked if I could give Sissy an urgently needed overnight home. What could I say? Karen and Jane were remarkably tolerant of this little habit of mine. In fact, Jane (who’s nine) suggested we bring home the two puppies, but I […]
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Pup 19: Birdie
January 22–23, 2007 I love this dog. He loves me. He’s my favorite foster dog ever. I don’t want to give him back. Many people are lined up to adopt him once he recovers from his operation. However, I’m thinking about the legal advantages of possession. January 24–26 I’m miserable. Every day I love this dog more. He loves me more than life itself. He is perfect in every way. He hasn’t even puked in […]
Read morePup 18: Bella
December 19–23, 2006 [I think] I had to get up in the night with three-month-old Bella, but aside from that she was thoroughly acceptable. I brought her home because all her siblings had been adopted and she was alone and mournful. She was inexcusably cute:
Read morePup 17: Cha-Cha Charlie
December 3–6, 2006 This dog’s given name, “Cha-Cha Charlie,” is beneath my dignity. I call him “Dog.” Dog is what they call a “puggle.” Designer dogs — hybrids of papered breeds — are a big deal these days: cockapoos and labradoodles and shepradors, bogles and beabulls and bockers and basstons. I’m not kidding. Dog, as you might imagine, is half pug, half beagle. At three-and-a-half-months old, Dog is small enough that his head can fit […]
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