Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Mom went and got another dog. We told her to get a very large dog that would be protective, but also too big to run around a lot, and not very energetic. Instead she came home with a beagle/spaniel mix which strongly resembles a jack russell on steroids, and barks like one too. He is very lovable and friendly though, so I guess maybe he can stay, I guess. I guess he already knew how to sit in order to get treats from me, and how to fetch, and so I guess I'm already in love with him. Oh ingratiating species! Here are the names my mother, my sister and I threw around while eating tomato sandwiches and drinking moscow mules on the porch last night, because I think its amusing and shows you about my family and what we are:
Fortinbras (this one is my personal favorite, because it was the name of another dog in a book I love very very much)
Of course, he came with the name Byron. So we'll see. Indiana was last in the lead, but Gellert grew on me overnight. Poor Gellert, who killed the wolf and was then punished unjustly by his master. And obviously, this isn't my decision at all. Mom has probably already named him something completely different.
Posted by Bridget Callahan at 6:58 PM