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Friday, August 12, 2005


I'm one of those people that volunteers for things before I actually think them through. I got my new dog through an adoption group here in the city. This group gets animals about to be put down or otherwise incarcerated, and fosters them before they are adopted. I have helped once before as a temporary foster, and this weekend I raised my hand again to help out a foster dog on his way to his permanent home in Vermont.

I drove to Manhattan yesterday to pick up my task for this weekend. Dog's name is Desi, and he is a miniature poodle. He is about 25 pounds, and has about a foot on my other two dogs. He is actually a really pretty dog, with a very laid back personality.

Desi has a heart murmur, which causes him to sporadically hack in the middle of the night. He is pee-pad trained, sorta. All last night while New Boyfriend and I were in bed, Desi could be heard leaping in and out of bed, and then hacking right as we would fall asleep. Also, there were three dogs in bed with us. It was like magic finding a place to put your legs where a dog was not.

This morning, my lovely man gently nudges me and says, "Don't roll over, there's shit on the bed." Desi had gotten spooked by coming to our house, and had diarrhea all over the place. After having successfully shitted up the house, he climbed into bed where his butt marked all over the sheets. New Boyfriend and I spent an hour and a half cleaning the floors, swiffering, and deoderizing. Plus, Desi had to be tossed into the tub to keep him from further terrorizing the house.

As I am cleaning, New Boyfriend looks at me and says, "I can't wait to be domesticated with you." Don't you just love him? I mean, I am ankle deep in dog shit--not even my own dog's shit, and he is scrubbing Desi's ass, all the while dreaming about our life together.

Anyway, this dog is taking off today or tomorrow--hopefully before Sunday. He is sort of the Napoleon Dynamite of dogs. Goofy, curly haircut, unusually tall and lanky, kind of quiet, and inadvertently gross. He is going to go to a dog's dream for his permanent home: A place in Vermont with a 65 year old woman who wants nothing more than to spoil a dog. I will pack Kaopectate for his journey.


  • At 1:52 PM , Blogger Mizzou379 said...

    "Don't roll over, there;s dog shit on the bed" ranks up there with "You had me at hello". LOL!


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