I really meant to write a really great post for Monday, since it wasn’t a holiday. However, other things happened. Honey happened.
Honey, if it wasn’t obvious, is my new dog. My mom doesn’t like her name, as now she can’t call my dad honey (which he doesn’t like), and she’s been annoyingly trying to figure out what the dog’s name was before, by listing off every lame name she can think of.
Honey is a four year old purebred English Springer Spaniel, but without papers. I met her on Saturday at the Sacramento SPCA, and it was love at first site. She was the first dog I saw when I walked in the kennel, and even after walking around and looking at all the other dogs, I knew Honey was the one for me.
However, I couldn’t bring her home until Monday afternoon because she had to be spayed before the SPCA would release her to me. Which was alright, since I had no idea what to name her. Even though I had all weekend, I had no idea what I’d name her until they released her to me. I kept calling her Honey to calm her down, and it just stuck. Which makes sense, since I always called the last dog honey, as well.
My brother got his new German Shorthair Pointer last week, and puppies are so freaking adorable.
He planned on making me jealous by having his dog before I got mine, but it didn’t work out so well, since we got them so close together. His is to be trained as a hunting dog, as it’s parents are hunting dogs, and my brother is an active hunter.
Rocky (the puppy) and Honey got along well enough on the fourth of July. Honey has given birth to puppies before I met her, and she was very motherly toward Rocky all day. The only time they fought was when Rocky attempted to jump on Honey, and she turned around and pinned him to the ground. Everyone flipped out but me and my brother. Honey wasn’t hurting him, just putting him in his place.
Both dogs did really well with the fireworks. Honey laid on her bed in my room, waiting for me to come back in, and I held Rocky on my lap throughout the street show. He was jumpy at the beginning, but as I held him he relized that I wasn’t scared, so he shouldn’t be either.
I had a great time on the fourth (You came over, we got drunk, you know the same old thing we always do), and didn’t really want to get up to go to work the next day. Which explains why I went over half the week without a blog post.
- “Guitar,” Prolonging the Magic: Cake
Awwww. I want a dog now! Honey is a goodname, especially if that’s what you’d call her anyway. Beautiful dog, by the way.
Thanks. We’ve wanted a dog since the last one died (oh, how I miss Zippy), and it wasn’t the first time I’d gone out to the SPCA to look at dogs. I was surprised when they told me she was purebred, I thought I’d end up with a mutt. There are a surprising amount of purebred dogs at the SPCA these days.
Both dogs were adorable and did really well with all the fireworks going off around them. You can still see the mark where Rocky bit me :(. It was fun tho, good luck when you start her training….and more pictures please.
I’ll try for more dog photos.. But Honey moves too fast for our camera. Most of the photos I took for the post are all blurry.
K is annoyed with Rocky–apparently he jumps on her head when she’s trying to sleep. I don’t understand why she doesn’t close her door.
And I didn’t know Rocky bit you. I must have been too drunk to notice. I’m sorry about that.