If you’ve been wondering where I’ve been lately– We’ve had a new addition to the family.
Now, Princess Lizzie and I are very close, as anyone who’s met us (or had to suffer through my showing off dog pictures) knows. But my mother has been hinting lately that she needs a new granddog. She’s been cruising petfinder.com, sending me links, pointing out how much Lizzie loves Abby (Mom’s dog), but Abby doesn’t really play, and wouldn’t Lizzie love to have someone to play with. I certainly didn’t think she’d have a problem adapting to another dog, but the timing hasn’t been right.
Well, the timing STILL isn’t right, but Mom sent me ANOTHER petfinder picture and somehow, before I knew it, I was calling Recycled Poms (a Pomeranian rescue organization) about a new family dog. (I was swayed by the fact that, in the pictures, she looks a little similar to Lizzie–more on that in a sec.)
This was going to be ‘our’ dog, part of the pack. Then on the way there, Mom starts talking about how, well, maybe SHE can have her OWN new dog, too. And I’m all: we’ll see. And then this little miniature honey bear of a dog gets in Mom’s lap, curls up and goes to sleep. Boom. Done deal. We’re going home with two dogs.
Tentatively named "Clare" because yesterday was the feast of Saint Clare, Mom’s little dog was rescued from a puppy mill. How could we NOT give her a home? She needs the kind of spoiled silly, couch potato life that Mom will give her. (Though she also loves to walk on the leash–which Mom really wanted. Her current dog, Abby, is a big fraidy cat and won’t walk on the lead.)
"My" new dog–and the quotes are because ultimately, I’m the alpha dog of this pack, so all dogs are my dogs, especially when something goes wrong–is taller and longer than Lizzie (taller and longer than I was expecting for a Pom), and has this beautiful foxy face and soft blonde puff-ball hair. She’s like a supermodel next to my cute, goofy little Lizzie (who is, like me, rather compact, though I have to admit, Lizzie had a cuter tail).
But she’s a sweetie, and everyone seem to get along okay so far. We haven’t quite worked out who gets to be where while I’m working. (The couch in my office is big enough for two dogs but not four. Well, not with me in it, too.) But I’m sure it will shake out.
Here’s a picture caught with the iPhone. I will upload better ones soon.