Wednesday, March 12, 2008

kids, without the knocked up part

We've been talking for a while now about the possibility of adopting another dog. Olive obviously loves dogs and I think we need to finally do something about her fascination with the cat. My biggest fear is that the two dogs will double team the cat and really send her over the edge, but if luck is on my side, the two dogs will team up and forget all about poor Isabelle.

Meet Earl:

I've had my eye on Earl for a while now and I haven't been able to stop thinking about him. I contacted the rescue where Olive came from and asked them for information about him. He's currently in Alabama right now, so they really don't know much other than his age, four months, and they THINK he's an American Bulldog/Shepherd mix. I see the Shepherd, maybe, but does anyone see Bulldog in there? Someone's smoking crack.

This adoption isn't a definite. I don't even know for sure that a second dog will be a good thing for our little family, or our overcrowded little house. But you know how it goes, you see the puppy, you hold the puppy, the puppy licks your face and next thing you know you're cleaning shit off the hardwood floors for the next few weeks...allllllll over again. Puppies are my weakness.

So who knows. We passed the original screening with flying colors. And seeing as how we've adopted previously, we have first pick at the adoption clinic this weekend. What do you think? Should Earl come home with us? And if so, should we keep the name? Olive was originally Lizzy when we adopted her. That name changed fast. But is Earl really destined to stay an Earl? I can't decide.

Oh, and one more thing before I go...

If I ever needed another reason to not want real kids of my own, this is the ultimate one. I was playing with Lola yesterday and having a great time. So, I'm on my back holding her up above me, you know, playing airplane. I mentioned to Carly that I should probably stop doing that with her because knowing my luck she'll throw up all over me and just as those words came out...

Lola. Puked. IN. MY. MOUTH! Yes, I'm totally serious. Traumatized is not the word.

I still haven't gotten over it.


Murray said...

Baby puke aside, I swear dogs are harder than children. I tell my sister all the time, you can take a screaming baby into a restaurant, but you can't take a dog. That being said, once my son is a bit bigger, I'll be getting two dogs of my own too!

Kimberly Monaco said...

oh Earl is PRECIOUS!!! I hope you get him... sounds like you would make him a wonderful home!
...and for what it's worth... "Earl" kinda works for him!

Kate said...

I agree, Murray. We're going through the "barking at strangers" phase with Olive now and it's terribly frustrating. Telling someone who has a 52 pound lab/pit bull mix barking at them that the dog is nice and not to worry is pointless. I'm hoping a second dog will help us and not be something we regret.

And yes, Kim, I agree! I think Earl suits him well. We may keep the name!

Banana-head Pancake said...


He is such a cutie. I have been entertaining getting a new dog, but I don't think zen would be so crazy about a new brother or sister. he's the only child sort.

i have my eye on a french bulldog. I'm not much of a little dog person, but I think they are so adorable.

But, back to earl - keep us posted, it is a big decision!

Cicada Studio said...

I admit to scrolling down to look at the pooch, without reading... and then I saw your sentence about Lola puking... Ummmm, yeah. That was interesting.

Cute puppy by the way! So soft and goofy!