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For the last few weeks, the number of folks living in the UDH has been reduced to just me. It’s been a little lonely and my work schedule has made getting home more of a chore than something I look forward to doing (a looming to-do list has never been something I’ve been thrilled about greeting in the door). Now, I have a little something to be more cheerful about when I come home. Meet the newest duckling — Charlie Bug!
“Bug” is her middle name. I like animals that have middle names. Colby’s was “Like The Cheese” — as in, “Colby Like The Cheese [last name]”. So funny! Once, I met a basset hound named Basilfred Handlebars. I still giggle thinking about it.
My mother and sister have been anxiously waiting for me to go to the Atlanta Humane Society, and this weekend, I finally did it. I wound up going on Saturday and looked at three puppies, which you may have noticed posted to my Facebook page. Unsure about each of them (what was known about their breed mixes, activity levels, disposition), I returned on Sunday to make my decision. I hadn’t even noticed this sweet girl until I saw another couple holding her (isn’t that just like me, to narrow it down to three options, then choose something else completely different?). When they returned her to her cage to look at another puppy, I took a look at her.
Her original name was Koala. She was a little bit smaller than the other puppies I’d been looking at, but I knew she’d still probably grow into a large dog (I didn’t want a little yapper after having sweet-natured and fun-loving Colby). Some brief paperwork later, and she was mine. Bringing her to the car, she was a little sleepy and dazed, so I waited patiently while she figured out where on my lap she wanted to sit. I didn’t like her given name, so I called her by a new one — Charlie — and she immediately looked up and into my eyes, as if recognizing it. Done.
For your viewing pleasure, copious amounts of photos of my adorable new family member, taken her first day as part of her new family. She is a bit clumsy and playful, so I was forced to use my flash since she moved around too much for my camera settings:
So far, what I know about her history is as follows: she’s a rescue, around two months old, a retriever mix of some kind (AHS couldn’t tell me any more about her), and has a very thin body (her ribcage is very distinct, though I was told she eats twice daily).
She’s also stubborn (not a fan of leashes just yet, but she did better this morning), a fast learner (observes everything I do), and a sweet little cuddle bug who is already very attached to her new mom. She follows me around from room to room. And she likes Cheerios. And TV.
I’m not sure what’s going on with her yet as far as her teary eyes go. A bath helped (which she hated), but I will find out more on her vet checkup. I suspect allergies.
She’s apparently a fan of reruns of Jon & Kate Plus 8. She took eight photos in a row staring at the television.
As I left for work the first morning, she made it through the night without getting into trouble. It’s when I put her down off the bed that she promptly looked me square in the face… and peed right on the carpet. All I can say is, I’m now grateful for Scotchgard.