I know...you were expecting Dixie weren't you? Well, it's me...a Welsh Terrier. And I need a name.
I've heard my new parents talking about names....they've mentioned Yankee Doodle (something about being cute since they have Dixie Doodle), then I've heard Neuman, Arthur, Sherman.... Mom wasn't sure about Sherman because some man burnt down a bunch of mansions in the south and his name was Sherman, but then I heard her say...well there was Bobby Sherman..... I've also heard a bunch of other names, but the bottom line is, I need a name. Can you help?
And here's my story from eavesdropping on my new parent's conversations.
Apparently a couple of weeks ago my Mom got a call from her friend who is on the board at the local humane society. Her friend asked her to go to the shelter.
At first she said no, but then she went. They wouldn't take me out of the cage, so we didn't really make a connection. I know I'm cute and all....but she had reservations about another dog. But then this man came and he got me out of the cage, and I spent time with this guy.
He's my new Dad, but I'm getting ahead of myself, because he didn't adopt me that day either.
They both came back the next day to see me. I heard Mom say something about moving, busy, Dixie, male dogs, and such.... But before they left they filled out a form, gave the people behind the counter some money, and I got a shot in the back of my neck. While I yelped, I heard the word micro-chip. But then they left without me. I was soooo sad because I had to go back in that cold, dark, stinky cage. I hit a new depression low.
A few days later I was shipped off to the vet and he....well, let's just say I'm never going to have babies. I'll probably never be mature enough to be a father anyway, so I'm ok with it. I still had no idea what was going to happen to me. I mean, it had been a week since I had seen those people that visited me at the shelter. But then, on the day of my operation, that lady came to the hospital to see me. I gave her a big hug, but they said I couldn't go home with her until "tomorrow." So then I knew..... I was getting a new home.
I didn't know I was getting a new brother. We get along pretty well. We have our moments, but he shares his toys with me, I have my own bed, and I'm warm, so I'm happy.
I did hear Mom say that she thinks it's odd that the day after she calls on a Welsh in the paper, one shows up at the shelter. The same age. The same sex.
I also heard her talking to Dad last night and she mentioned she'll give me till Friday!!!! What? One week, to clean up my act. Apparently peeing on her yarn isn't going "to cut it." Dad loves me and really wants me to stay, but he doesn't blame Mom for being mad.
Either way, Dixie and I are playing it safe today.
We did cause a lot of trouble yesterday. And then when I surprised them this morning and said "HI" when they woke up, Mom gave Dad the look. Dixie and I have our own cage to sleep in, but I learned how to open the door. You spend two weeks in a shelter and see if you don't learn a thing or two.
Mom didn't even send out the Christmas cards yet because she put this family picture in them. She really was having reservations about me!
I think if she sends the cards today, I'm in.
OH yeah - one last thing. I'll be nice but I am not wearing clothes or scarves. Would you look at that brother of mine? He's only a year old. I'm five. I know better. Jeeeez
From the Welsh
PS - I need a name!