SOTD 10-10-09

So, Against all better judgement I got that new puppy.  That cute little American bulldog.  A friend for Kala.  

Sometimes you ought to listen to those little voice in your head that say “maybe this isn’t  good idea.”  I tend to ignore them and end up asking myself “Why is there a 50 lb 5 month old puppy romping around my apartment?”

I don’t know why I do these things sometimes.  I mean, money gets tight sometimes and now i am taking on the financial resposibilities of another dog.   One time when i was still in chicago, I was so broke that I had to make a choice.  Kala and I both needed food, and i wouldn’t have a pay check for another week.  I looked at the dog food choices, wondering if it would be possible to just add milk and eat it like cereal.  Coming to my senses, though,I bough a large box of cheerios and kala and I ate those for the next week. 

But things are a little better for me now.I have a better paying job that supports me withought the need to have a bar job on top of it, and Colorado is a bit cheaper then te city life of Chicago.  And a second dog was needed, even if he comes with problems.

After a week here, I took Boone to the vet and asked alot of questions; he had bad scarring on his front legs, he was so thin his ribs poked out horribly and he was sick to his stomach.   The vet gave him a thorough look over and then gave me his opinion.  The dog had been tied up outside and gotten his legs tangled in the rope or chain which aused those gashes and scars across his legs.  He and his brother were probably left fairly unattended out there which is why he ws so thin and he had also probably eaten some rodent feces conatining some type of bacteria which caused the diaherra.

Basically, puppy had  rough start.

But he is good now.   Oh, so good.  Yup.  Uh,huh.  He romps around and collides with things, he chews and botes and jumps and has crazy spurt of energy.  He wrestles with kala when i try to wtch TV after work and he whinees constantly if he is ignored.  Not to mention the aray of other noises that come out of his mouth that i have never in life heard a dog make; he almost sounds like a bird sometimes.

I get tired of it pretty quickly, and get frustrated and wish i hadn’t gotten another dog.  But then, he does something so stupid or soo cute, i forget that i’m angry and crak up laughing.

I also have to remember that he is a great dog.   he learned right away to go to the door when he wants out, he knows his commands; sit, lay down, no bite, off and stop, although he gets too excited ot listen completely sometimes. And, I also have to remember that just because he is big, he is still a baby.  he will be great when he’s older…i just wish he’d get older quickly.

For whatever reason, I like to make my life harder…or, as I explain to the guys at work when they shake their heads at me, I like to keep it interesting.