It's not that I don't like dogs. I just didn't want to have to care for a dog, what with my full schedule of eating, biking and fretting. Until recently, Ms.V was working full time, exercising or yoga-ing straight thereafter, and then rushing off to book club or investment club or theater club or church club or one of her various dining-out clubs -- much of which is not my cup of tea, and which would've left me the de facto dog-walker-in-chief.
But along came the miracle of retirement. I had to relent.
We took a little day trip to a pup breeder last week and spent about an hour with a variety of little dogs one or two at a time. We finally decided on a thoughtful, playful but scholarly little fellow, a 12-week-old "Poochon" (poodle/bichon). Julia was nearly giddy in the presence of pup after pup after pup, and has spent recent days buying toys and foods and reading up on her training manuals. We will actually bring the dog home Friday.
We're calling him Jamison -- pronounced like "peanut butter and jam-ison." See Take a Letter for a good use of it.
Jamison on prom day
Jamison (right) valiantly battles a mighty foe.
Leave me alone for a minute, lady!
Ahh.
Well, I didn't want to drop him.
He looks like a toy!
ReplyDeleteomigosh what an adorable piece of fluff. And I don't want a dog, I really don't, but if I were to get a dog it'd be Jamison.
ReplyDeleteHerman was cuter.
ReplyDeleteOMG! He's so perfect!
ReplyDeleteI LOVE HIM! Jon, you're such a natural! ;)
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