Oh, Don’t mind me…
I’m just going to become part of your oven now…
Still thinking of a good name for him… But he’s great! Just really REALLY smelly.
The mover-men within
Apparently inside of me is a whole team of mover-men. Instead of going to class this morning (the lecture topic sounded boring) I woke up early and rearranged my apartment. Well, I thought at first that I would put puppy’s kennel in the living room - certainly it would be the easiest solution. But after doing quite a bit of research and reading last night (I couldn’t sleep) I decided it would be better off is he was able to have his little house here in my bedroom where I spend 85% of my time (the other 14% in the kitchen, and 1% in the living room) studying, watching TV, and sleeping.
However, in order to do this, I had to move a hell of a lot of heavy bulky apartment furniture. I’m sure my neighbor downstairs just loooooves me now. I had to move the small bedside table into the living room (it’s now an end table) and the chestadrawers had to go over by my desk. My tiny room just got a whole lot smaller. Which is okay, because it’s completely worth it to have this doggy.
Unfortunately, the crate I bought would not fit through the doorway into my bedroom, so not only did I have to dismantle this huge thing that was a p.i.t.a. to build, but I had to magically rebuild it in an even smaller space. But now he’s all set up and I even put down some puppy pads and towels for him and a nice rawhide bone. I’m hoping he takes to his toys right away so I don’t have to worry about him becoming bored, anxious or destructive.
I also moved my bicycles inside the house and put away the patio furniture so he can go hang out on the porch if he wants. Whenever I babysat Foxy and Bentley, they really enjoyed just hanging out there, watching the world go by. Also, doggy’s crate is so big that he’s got a nice view out my bedroom window too.
Anyway, here are some pictures, please excuse the mess! When I get home from work tonight I’m going to vacuum the dickens out of the place. Doggy-proofing a house is rather like baby-proofing one!
Here’s my bedroom, where you can see just how huge the kennel is. Nigel the dragon looks very very suspicious. There is about 3′ of space between the window and my bed, with about 3″ on the sides and back of the kennel from the wall.
Here is another view of my room where you can see how doggy will have a nice view out the window. Also my desk. Where when I am not in class or at work, I am sitting there eating, studying or pretending to study.
Doggy has to have food bowls! There are actually stainless steel bowls that fit into the little cups, but they are in the dishwasher. Since he might have a little Dane in him and they are prone to something called “bloat” (which is similar to colic in horses), I got him an elevated dish.
And this is the “new” living room with its still hideous furniture and tiling. Notice the bicycle by the window (I took off the front wheel) and the ginormous cardboard box. What the hell am I going to do with that thing, haha!
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I got a dog. Yes! That’s right, I have a dog now. Well, I will as of Friday at 4 p.m. (assuming I can get off work early to pick him up).This is him:
Sorry for the poor image quality - they are pictures of pictures afterall.
He’s adorable, sweet and calm. Just the kind of dog I wanted. And needed. Right now his name is “Frio,” but I think that’s kind of lame, so I want to call him something else. I was thinking Sawyer - but I am open to suggestions!
I can’t wait to get him home Friday and start teaching him to be a couch potato to the extreme.
Swoon.
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