I spent most of yesterday in a car getting lost on a road trip to Ohio. (I don’t know what Google Maps was tripping on when it gave me directions but it sure wasn’t PA and OH roads, that’s for sure.)
So word count didn’t go up, but body count did.
No, I didn’t kill my roommate.
We were taking the dogs to a pound in Ohio. (We live in Western Pennsylvania.)
And, no, we weren’t dropping our dogs off there. Jazzy and Riley came from a shelter and have a forever home with us.
Nope, we were going there to meet Laverne and Shirley.
They are 10 year old sisters that I learned about via a boxer rescue group on Face Book (Boxer Rescue of America). They were surrendered by their elderly owner because she was no longer able to care for them. Laverne is the fawn (on the right) and Shirley is the brindle.
The meet and greet went very well. None of the dogs showed any sign of aggression – not one hackle was raised, no flattened ears, no growls or snarls or baring of teeth, not even a guarded look. A lot of sniffing and going about their business. No cowering in submission from anyone, either.
So, we’re going to back on Saturday (sans dogs) to bring them home with us. (Laverne and Shirley are getting some blood work done this week.)
That’s going to give us four wiggle butts. Two humans = four hands. Four dogs = one for each hand.
(My roommate wasn’t too sure about adding to the family, but Shirley kissed up to her and now has her wrapped around her little cigar butt tail. Literally kissed up to her. She did the “Boxer Lean” and slobbered big wet sloppy kisses all over her face and Sue said, “They have to come home.”)
Anyhow, since I’m about nine thousand words behind where I need to be today, and since I’m probably losing most if not all of Saturday (and the days that follow as I help the two new additions settle into their new home) I had really better get myself focused on increasing word count.
And I will.
Right after supper.