Now, before you get any bright ideas, I want to clear something up. Although the title suggests that two dogs decided to create a puppy, you’ll find no titillating tales of canine copulation in this post.
Anyway, if you saw Friday’s post, you might have an inkling as to what’s going on. If you follow our adventures on Facebook or Twitter, you’ve certainly figured it out by now. (If you’re not our friend on Facebook, why not? Head on over there.) In any event, I wish I had been able to update you here sooner, but I’ve been… otherwise occupied. Let me tell you how I got that way…
It all began when I took this little guy to a Friends of Homeless Animals (FOHA) adoption event a few weeks ago. His name was Roscoe, and he was pretty darn cute. (This little guy - Tavish – was also there, but more on him in a moment.) I couldn’t stop thinking about him after the event, and convinced the Hub that we should have Bella meet him. We planned to meet him last weekend.
While looking at photos of Roscoe online, the Hub noticed that Roscoe was almost always photographed with Tavish. He then suggested we consider adopting both of them. (By the way, color me surprised – I had thought about suggesting we adopt both, but I figured that the Hub would immediately have me committed as I’d clearly lost my mind.) So, we decided to see how the three pups would do together and planned to visit the shelter on Saturday, June 30.
However, the derecho blew through the DC area on June 29, leaving us without electricity. As our house continued to heat up, we decided to head out to the shelter anyway if it was open. After all, it’s not like it was any cooler in our house than out there! So, after confirming that the shelter was open, Bella, the Hub and I piled into our car. (In spite of Bella’s epic carsickness, she survived the journey intact.) The dogs met, and things went great. That’s when we decided to just go for it… we were about to become a three dog household. (We’ve been calling Tavish the “bonus dog” – he’s been living up to that moniker in delightful fashion.)
The plan was for me to pick them up on Friday. (Of course, our air conditioner decided to stop working Thursday night, leading to much panic on my part. Luckily, the repairman was able to come by and replace some part the next day.) I headed out the shelter, gave my Jane Hancock a few times, and the boys were ours!
Needless to say, I’ve been fairly busy since they got here. Although they seem to be fairly housetrained, boys will be boys… so I’ve been hyper-vigilant in hopes of discouraging marking in the house. Progress has been spotty (pun intended), but it could be worse.
I’ll be posting more about my experience with them this weekend (and seeking whatever sage advice you have to offer on a range of topics, no doubt). It’s not all rainbows and butterflies so far (not that I expected it to be), but for today, I’ll just say… welcome to the family, Roscoe and Tavish! Now I have a tiny herd of puppies.
So, now you know how one plus one (Bella plus Roscoe) became three. I guess this is what happens when your blog title declares that you want more puppies. You get even more puppies than you bargained for.