Sunday,
March 10, 2002

Here Pooch!

Um. . .we have a dog.

Well, we adopted a dog. I think. Kinda.

See, The lady who lives in the apartment next door is moving in with her boyfriend -- problem is, his apartment complex won't allow dogs over a certain size, and her golden lab/chow mix Pooch is definitely over a certain size. So I was outside chatting with her about moving, and she explains this and says that it's coming down to the wire, and if nobody takes Pooch she's going to have him put down because she doesn't want to leave him at the pound. Oh, by the way, do I want a dog?

Yes, I know I'm a sap. But the dog is only two years old, for Cthulu's sake, and he's an incredibly sweet, playful and good-natured mutt who gets along with cats, and I do kinda miss having a pet. I temporized by saying that I had to talk to the Bodacious Brit about this, having forgotten that I married a member of the biggest race of animal lovers in the world. At first he hemmed and hawed about adopting a dog, even for a while (apparently my neighbor's boyfriend is moving into a house in six months and could take the dog back then, but there's no guarantee) because we don't have a backyard and it's not really fair to coop a medium-sized. . .well, actually a pretty damn big dog up in an apartment. I agreed with him, and left it at that.

After a couple of minutes, he started saying that we could probably take the dog on for awhile and see if it worked out -- if it didn't, it would at least give Jolene some breathing room to find another owner for Pooch. This led to comments that we'd have to take the dog to the park on weekends, because it would only be fair to give the dog a chance to stretch its legs. Then he started waxing nostalgic about his border collie Tina that was his childhood companion from 2 to 15, and how he could fly kites and run around with Pooch at the park.

Jolene brought Pooch over tonight to meet Lyndon. One look at those big brown eyes, those perky ears and that beautiful golden fur, and those British animal-loving genes kicked in with a vengeance. He's still temporizing, saying that we'll see how it works out, but we'll be taking delivery of Pooch tomorrow night, after Jolene's had a chance to wash and brush out some of his shedding fur.

I think Lyndon just got a new best friend.

Update on Mac OS X

I haven't loaded it yet, mainly because, well, I haven't felt like learning the new Aqua layout yet. I'll probably do it next weekend.

I will. Stop laughing at me, dammit!