I Got a Dog

And I named her Babs. I don't have any pictures to post; thats good because your computer doesn't have enough megarams and is laughably short on pixel-defs to put forth even a sputtering candle to Babs' brilliant sun of cuteness. Your monitor, along with any wires used to bring the information to your monitor would melt before your eyes.

Bab's is a Boston Terrier. I first considered a Boston Terrier when I chatted with a delightful older woman whose name escapes me and her Boston whose name also escapes me. This little meeting took place a couple of months into what I'll call my 'researching phase'. I am the most cautious impulse buyer you will ever meet. My process is this: 1) Decide I want something 2) Obsessively research the desired object for weeks and months until I fully convince myself I can't afford it and shouldn't get it 3) Wait 4 Days 4) Buy it.

The process, while failing to save me any money, works and throws funny results in life. A good example is the day I went to buy a futon and came home with a laptop.

I had finally settled on not getting a dog when someone just happened to post a new litter of Bostons for sale. I decided, just to fill my afternoon, to go down and take a look, fully expecting to walk away with no puppy. I never stood a chance.

I walked into the breeders place and we had some nice idle chat while walking to see the pups. Babs ran directly to me and starting chewing my sandle. The wellspring of affection buried deep down in me began to burble. But I am a man! I can fully experience my emotion while stoicly refusing to let it affect me.

I did really well until I met the mom. See, I wanted to meet the mother to get a feel for the pup's future personality. Y'know, like when you meet your girlfriend's mother. The owner threw a frisbee and Mazzy (the mom) ran out and caught it mid-air.

"I'll take two, wrap them up"

It gets better too. Mazzy rolls up on me and drops the frisbee at my feet and, taking two steps back, gave me a look as if to say "whatcha got, bitch?"

So I signed the papers and walked out with little brindle Babs, the first born pup.

In 1 day she learned to sit. Thats exciting because everyone wants a smart dog.

Oh, and she's already gotten me a girl's digits. More impressively the girl was /DRIVING BY/ as I walked Babs and stopped, threw it in reverse and came to chat. Turns out the girl is unattractive and seems a little crazy, but still the power of Babs is made evident in that she has /literally/ stopped traffic.

Anyway, come by and visit.

sidebar: the 'breeder' was a lovely lass named Sandy who decided to have her family pet have a litter. Mazzy's first and last litter. So no puppy farm for me.