Monday, July 2, 2007
Meet Danny Wilson
Heh. I couldn't resist referring to an obscure 80's band that I once loved. Our new puppy's name is actually Mr. Wilson (I was able to steer my daughter away from Fluffball and her other choice was Wilson, which I cannot explain, then we added the Mr., cause it seemed right somehow) I have been humming Mary's Prayer all day.
Anyway, Mr. Wilson is a gift for my youngest daughter's eight birthday. She had been begging us for her own pet, and our answer to that had been an emphatic NO. She said she really wanted a puppy but would settle for a bird or a hamster. I admit to wavering concerning a puppy, cause puppies are just so dang cute, and a small one seemed harmless, right? So I told her if she could convince her dad, then some kind of pet would be a possibility. I don't know what she said to him but a few weeks ago Doug told me fine, go ahead and get a puppy (with clear resignation) and so I started asking around.
Our fab babysitter/friend, Mary Jo, found a woman selling toy poodles and so we went on Sunday to look at them. I saw the right one immediately and now everyone is in love, even Doug.
Mr. Wilson is 8 weeks old, doesn't bark, not yet anyway and as you can see, is completely adorable. He isn't house trained yet, but we are working on it and have had no indoor accidents, yet. Last night he slept quietly all night in a crate with a pee pad at one end and did go potty there, but that's understandable. He is also very patient, not minding at all being dressed in doll clothes all day.
However Mr. Wilson IS a puppy, which is almost exactly like having a baby in the house and we spent much time today, puppyproofing our house, so that Mr. Wilson will be able to leave the kitchen someday.
Penny, our rooster killing dog, doesn't like to travel, as she gags when she is in the car and gets very upset in a crowd. But since our daughter will be coming along, guess who will be accompanying us on our trip to Cape Cod on Thursday?
Yes indeedy, Mr. Wilson it is.