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My gorgeous friends, Peggy and Jim, are coming by my house on their way home from getting their new puppy in Oregon. I'm getting to meet The Dog From Hell's successor. Just as we had all come to love Harleigh's idiocy, pierced our resistance and got with his program, he up and died on us and the vacuum in his wake has been cruel.
Nice that no monster fills the house with ear-splitting yaps at three in the morning because he thought he sensed an owl flying over one of his skylights, but, well... all things considered... enough's enough... and puppies abound. This time it's going to be a labradoodle. Very smart and very mellow.
When I was down at their house last week, the whole neighborhood came over to gape at the puppies online, sort of put in their votes for the best ones. I think the one I picked is already gone, but even if the perfect one has gone elsewhere, I bet the one coming to my house today will be better than swell.
I even took the top layer of awful off my floors for this event. My home improvement project has left everything torn up and moved to distant rooms and the cleanup effort was only partly accomplished before I flew out my door and off to the wilds of Outer Oklahoma. The month away let everything settle and the sugar ants find a great new place from which to conduct their winter raids. I've been dusting and wiping and dropping new blots of sugary poison out for them every couple hours and they've finally gotten their fill, so to speak, which means they will be dropping out of their nest, six up, for the next few days. Great. I'll keep them wiped off the stove until I've wiped up a pile of them and they'll go out next garbage day.
I might even bathe in my not-a-tub on the strength of this puppy excitement....
Snail MacGyver's out there measuring my windows and piling up lumber for the restoration of the toolshed and the back porch.
It's all progress... not... not change....
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jo6pac wants pictures.
But they're already gone, needing to get back to Mendo World before it's too damn dark. Some pictures of him a week ago, though, are here and here. I think maybe we're going to call him Chester. I hope we are.
He was actually my second pick after this one, but Jim insisted on meeting the puppies before he picked and somebody snatched away my perfect one before they could get up there to meet the little buggers.
Still, this one's soooo darn cute and soft and cuddly and mellow I already love him and he's definitely already Chester to me.
always and any time....
