Well, around the beginning of this month my mom had spoken of wanting a chocolate lab. What spurred this on was seeing one at the vet when she took her dog in. Well, my dad has a colleague at work who knew a guy whose yellow lab recently had a litter of puppies. She had all colors… yellow, brown and black.
Anyway, this past Sunday we went to see them. They were cute. Mom was taken by a plump chocolate boy with a black collar on. I had my share of puppies coming to me… certain ones… there was the oldest, a chubby black lab who seemed to like me a great deal, and a pair of chocolates… a little sister and brother. I took to the brother. He was small and liked to tug on my shoe laces.
Well, despite my mom’s adoration of the older and bigger of the chocolates, she ended up getting the one I was fond of. She says so far I’ve been a good judge of animals. I warned her I’ve only selected cats, so it was still a gamble and that she should pick the one that she likes. After all, it will be her dog. There is chemistry and all of that to consider. The animal that calls to you the most is the best bet to go for, I say. She still said she trusted my judgment. Meh.
Well, she put in a check for him and we’ll be able to bring him home one the second of December when he is old enough to leave his mother. I’m relatively leery. We already have two big dogs in this house and they can be hard to navigate through at times. It is all good and fine when the pup is still a baby… but when he gets bigger… oh, that leaves me groaning at the concept. I can only hope my mom will train him well.
She’s named him McArthur. I could be wrong on the spelling though… It could be MacArthur. She intends to call him Macky. Heh. His full name made me groan. MacArthur of Mocha Persuasion is what she decided. She told me the excuse… pedigrees have “exotic” names. I say big, fat, hairy deal. That name is not justifiable. Heh.
Oh, well… her dog.
Sigh…
Another dog. It would be so much better if we had more room and a bigger backyard…