Sometimes it's better not to think too hard about something. Case in point: getting a dog. KLC and I have been talking about it for a while. The reasons to wait were obvious. We have two four-year-olds in the house, a very strong-willed older cat, and limited amounts of time or energy.
Still, it's been a topic that we've floated back to from time to time. Until last Saturday (yes, Christmas Eve) when we saw that the Seattle Humane Society was open. KLC's mom was visiting for the holiday and we decided to go.
The original intention was to get an older dog (if we got one) because they would be potty trained and also it's harder for those dogs to find a home. We realized, however, that just about all of the older dogs has a major restriction or two, ie, couldn't be in a home with a cat or young kids.
We waffled about just going home and waiting to try to find a dog. (It was heartening to see that the Humane Society was super busy and lots of animals were getting adopted -- so much so that there was a wait to talk to someone.) In fact, we were about to walk out the door when our name was called.
We decided to stay and that we would be willing to think about a puppy. Well, at this point, you know it's a done deal. We met and fell in love with this little guy who is just a handful of fur. For a sample of his amazing cuteness, take a look here.
His name is Comet, both after Santa's reindeer (we sing the Rudolph song 12 months a year to the kids) and the astronomical object (a nod to my profession.) He is all puppy. He likes to play, chew on toys/toes/fingers, eat, and sleep. He's also just about perfect in every way. Sometimes it pays off not to let your brain get in the way of doing something really smart.
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