So, uh, remember how I was all, “What we really need while everything is going wrong and ending up more expensive than we planned is another dog?” That was dumb, right? I mean, who DOES that?
Even Licorice knew it was stupid, and she’s cute, but not exactly a MENSA candidate or anything.
Dumbest idea I ever had. Yep.
Look, sometimes I’m just MINDING MY OWN BUSINESS and an adoption listing ATTACKS. It happens, okay?? And we all know I’m a sucker for a sob story and a cute face.
Meet Duncan. He’s five, and he needs a new home, and WHAT A COINCIDENCE, we have a home with a smallish dog-sized hole in it.
He’s moving in tonight. Licorice was tolerant but unimpressed during their meet-n-greet, and at one point he bowed and barked (trying to get her to play) and she bared her teeth at him because she’s a grumpy little snot.
Chickadee: It doesn’t seem like she’s too jazzed about having a little brother.
Me: Neither were you. Too bad, so sad. They’ll work it out.
Me: You and Monkey did.
Pictures and stories and completely annoying amounts of MAH PRECIOUS NEW BABY, LOOK AT HIM gushing to come, I’m sure.