2003-12-16 - 5:41 p.m.
This year, for Christmas, SofaKing and I decided that we're going to get a puppy. We're not going to buy each other presents at all. We're just going to get another Chocolate Labrador Retriever. Call me crazy, but I just love those dogs.
We already have a Chocolate Lab named Buddha. She's our joy. She's got so much personality for an animal. I know exactly what she wants, when she wants it. She speaks to me, you know. There's no doubt in my mind she'll be fine with a puppy around. She might even lose weight.
I'm very excited because we're picking her up this Thursday night. I'm frazzled because SofaKing and I are at odds about a name. I wanted Muddy, at first. Now I'm not so sure. I think I like Prada better. SofaKing is insistent on Gandhi. What do I do? We can't call her by both. Although Prada Gandhi has a smooth ring to it, two names will never do. It'll be chaos here. And it'll be hell here if I don't get my way.
Last night I was set on Muddy. Tonight I'm set on Prada. Since it's one of my husband's favorite designers, he might like the idea. I don't know if I can convince him. I joked with him about Gandhi years ago. I didn't think it would stick. My bad.
So, Thursday night is the night we can pick up our new puppy. It'll take some adjusting to, but we'll love it as much as we love Buddha. Look what Buddha did to our old apartment. We loved her even more for her feistiness.
I can't wait to smell that puppy smell. And the housetraining. And the crate training. And the puppy barking. And the double loads of poop in the yard. And the puppy-proofing. And all the love I can give her.
I don't even know her and I love her already. My Prada. Buddha's going to love having a sister. She's never going to feel lonely. She'll always have Prada.
When I go see my sister, Legs, in a couple weeks, I'll have my mother-in-law check in on them while SofaKing's at work. It'll be easy because she's only a couple blocks away.
I'll still have a week left to bond with my girl before I have to go back to work. Pray it snows. Hard. A thousand feet. I won't have to go back to work at all.
The best part of going to work is coming home to the love that is here. If I feel so mushy about dogs, what am I going to do with a child?
