Our new mutt

Apples or oranges? Cats or dogs? I'm not a big fan of fruit or pets at this point in time.
However, I've been thinking about the furry friends lately. Before I even conceived a child my mom has been threatening to buy my kid a puppy. Why? Well, back in the day I spent 400 of my hard unearned savings to buy an overgrown chihuahua puppy from a store in the mall. I downright staged a protest in the middle of the mall to get that thing. He was like the opposite of the runt of the litter, but that look was heartwrenching. That protest to get him was where my efforts stopped in regards to Chichi. I took him out when I felt like it, and he had free reign to mark the house the rest of the time.

The dog was so nuts that he would attack strangers as they left, rather than when they came in. Needless to say, my mom wasn't pleased that the obnoxiously crazy dog was hers to take out at 6 a.m. in the middle of Midwestern winters.

We had a cat, beloved Boots, who lived to a ripe old age with much less fuss. I do think I'm more of a cat person. Felines have an heir of snob about them and generally keep to themselves unless they're complaining or want something. In comparison to the needy and hyperactive canines, cats are relatively easy. That's totally my style.
{ Don't read too much into the "easy" part, mkay? }

Anyhoo, bless her heart my mom did get Hudson a dog this past weekend or so, and I tell ya what--I love the sucker. I've had my eyes on this very dog for four whole years. Four.

Just have a look-see at this magnificent creature. He (or she?) is excellent with Hudson, is by far the easiest pet you will come across, and oh that beautiful, lustrous coat.



Ta-dah!!

He/she is still unnamed, but surely something will come to me before the lug expires or gets stolen. Don't let the charming good looks fool you...




...it bites!

This, my two blog readers, is where cats fail. They just can't guard an adorable little cottage the way a 150-lb pink bulldog statue can. Thank you, freaking thank you, Grandma, for either being a) forgetful or b) not nearly as vengeful as I had come to believe.