Puppy!

I've been tweeting* about this but haven't mentioned it here. Mr. Trillwing and I have decided--though our hearts are still heavy with grief for Woody--that it's time to welcome a new dog into the house.

Enter "Ricky." (Name change coming soon--please leave your nominations in the comments.)


I awoke from a nap on Saturday to find Mr. Trillwing sneaking in the front door. Since he was carrying some DVDs, I asked if he'd been to the video store.

"Yeah, but that's just my cover story," he said. He admitted he had gone to check out the dogs at the weekly SPCA adoption hours at the local Petco. And there he had met Ricky.

I quickly pulled up Ricky's profile online, and found this description:

Ricky is about a year old, maybe a bit younger, he acts like a goofy puppy, his coat is really silky soft, and he might have some more growing to do. He is about 50 lbs now. He was a stray found by a good samaritan, so he isn't sure what to do on leash (he doesn't pull at ALL, but he bumps me a lot, and zig zags a lot), and is a bit fearful of people, dogs, cars, etc on our walks. He is also, terrified of cats. That said, the dog is a LOVER. He is goofy and funny, loves to fetch, wants to hang out wherever I am in the house, prefers to chew his toys ON my feet, legs or lap, and picks up commands VERY quickly. I think he'd be a dream to train, and with some confidence boosting, is going to be a first-rate dog.No matter what he is, he's adorable. He has some of the biggest ears I've ever seen on a dog, and when we go on a walk, they touch he holds them so high, and swivels them around like a rabbit would, or a satellite. Hilarious. Overall, he is an absolute sweetheart of a dog.

That was enough for me to throw myself in the car and rush over to Petco, only to find that Ricky's foster parent had taken him home for the day. I put in an application for the dog and waited impatiently. . .and then we were invited to an adoption interview at the farmer's market tonight.

It was there I met Ricky. He immediately jumped into Mr. T's lap:


It caught Mr. T off guard, and he actually let a genuine smile creep onto his face. I knew at that moment that we must. take. this dog. home. with us. Plus, the dog was really good with Lucas.


Seriously, I don't know if I've ever met a sweeter dog.



We passed the adoption interview, signed the papers and the check for the adoption fee, and we'll be bringing "Ricky" home on Tuesday.

Is he not adorable?



*I just realized I have 700 updates on Twitter. If my blogging has slowed down here, blame my fellow tweetybirds.