Adopting, Part II

Don’t let this pic fool you – she’s Jack’s dog!

Don’t let this pic fool you – she’s Jack’s dog!

Jack and drove an hour, to a small home outside Dallas to meet a maltie-poo, a maltese-poodle mix, who was advertised as $150.  On the way, we discussed the possibility of adopting two dogs: a little girl and her brother.  The first was the salt and pepper and the second was black.

Within two seconds of picking up the baby girl, Jack said, “We’ll take her.”

That’s when I found out that we were holding a schnauzer and not a maltie-poo, and the price was significantly different.

“$400,” the breeder said.  “That is a schnauzer.  The maltie-poo is gone.”

I seriously thought about leaving right then.  The SPCA would have a similar dog eventually, and I’d already set up alerts.

Jack gave me puppy dog eyes and said, “I really want her.”  He hugged her little body to him.

I gave him a hard look, then turned to the breeder.  “Will you take $350?”

Introducing Ms. Jazzy Strawberry, 7 weeks old!

I love this pic because I look so skinny

I love this pic because I look so skinny

Jazzy came to me and curled up on my lap.

Jazzy came to me and curled up on my lap.

Jack was all paternal.

Jack was all paternal.

She looks so tiny in his lap! 

She looks so tiny in his lap!

Jack held Jazzy in his lap the whole ride home.  “We need puppy chow.  And a bed for her.”  He was grinning like a fool.  I think his hands were shaking; he was concerned that he might hurt her accidentally.  “She looks so fragile,” he added.

I smiled at my son, the grown up man who was as excited as a little boy over his new pup.  “Here’s the plan,” I said.  “We’ll drop her off with Ed, then go to the pet store to get food.”

“Ok, but we have to hurry,” he said.

We pulled into the driveway, and Jack was out of the car and back before I could shift gears.

At Petland, we saw some ADORABLE maltie-poo puppies.  “How much for the fluffy white one?” I asked the cashier.

“$1500 to $5000,” she answered.  “But we don’t just sell the dog, we also sell vet services and checkups along with the animal.”

That’s a LOT more than I paid for Jazzy.  A LOT MORE.

“See, Mom, we got a bargain!” Jack said.  “Schnauzer puppies go for $1000 and up.”

“Yes!  Worth an hour’s drive!” I replied.  Then I wondered how much the vet bills will cost.  I wish I could claim Jazzy as a dependent for health insurance.

Schnauzer Puppy = $350

Crate, food, collar, water/food bowls = $110

Seeing the joy on Jack’s face = Priceless.


PS I’m hanging out with Lilly & Lucas tonight!  It’s their 7 month anniversary!  I’m SO EXCITED!!

PSS Professor Mercury is so hot!  You should see him in his black t-shirt, with it stretched over his biceps and pecs.  Found out that he workouts AFTER class.  As great as he looks beforehand, I’d LOVE to see him after!  #drool

Roommate Ed (without Joker makeup!)

Roommate Ed (without Joker makeup!)

Adopting, Part I

Sally and Seshi

Sally and Seshi

Jack and I have sensed a hole in our lives for a while now.  Ed (our tenant and friend) has helped, but he’s not the answer.  So we decided to adopt.

This may come as a surprise to some—after all, I’ve sworn that I was done.  But, it’s easy to say, and easy to get distracted when I see a cute little one in public.  One that I just want to pick up and snuggle.

When I visited Gala Pear and Wilson Bearberries in August, they had it bad.  They stopped every time they saw someone with a dog on a leash and said, “Oh!  I want a puppy!”

They infected me with Puppy Fever.

I tried to fight it, but resistance is futile.

At this stage in my life, I’m feeling the urge to adopt a cat, and become a Crazy Cat Lady.  Face it, I’m half way there.  The only thing saving me is the fact that I’m deathly allergic to felines.

I’m allergic to dogs, too.  I’m actually allergic to the dander of pets with fur, and there are dogs that grow hair.  Like poodles, schnauzers, and such.

I know because I went through something similar in 2010.  I succumbed to temptation and adopted Frankie, a mutt from the SPCA.  Isn’t he ADORABLE?!

He’s actually a little a-hole.  Seriously, he is a type A, in charge, macho dog with Napoleon Syndrome (aka Little Man’s Syndrome).  If you piss him off, he’ll piss on something.  Kinda like some guys I’ve dated.

Frankie is also a lapdog, who EXPECTS to be in your lap 24/7.

Ya, about that.  I like to walk around and do stuff.

Ol’ Frankie and I didn’t get along so well.  Plus, the kids said, “Mom, he’s your dog.”

WAIT A MINUTE!  I picked out a dog for all of us.  Jack wanted a big dog, Sally wanted a little Chihuahua, so I picked out a smallish dog somewhere in the middle.

And neither kid wanted him.  DAMN IT!

Frankie and I tried to get along.  We really did.  After 6 months of cleaning up his piss and becoming more pissed off about it (pun intended), I gave up.  My friend Mary, who is retired and has more patience than me, adopted him.  Now he has a friend to keep him company and a doggie door that allows him access to a large yard.  I imagine that it’s doggie heaven.  Mary also watches a couple of hours of TV a night, which means that she gives Frankie plenty of lap time.

And she puts up with the little a-hole when he pees on her floor!

Sally and Frankie, 2010

Sally and Frankie, 2010

What makes me think that another dog will be different?

This will be Jack’s dog.  Jack will choose him.  Jack will take care of him.

I’m not jumping into this, either.  I have a Risk Mitigation Plan.

Risk Mitigation Plan

I’m an engineer.  When an engineer identifies a risk, she makes a plan to mitigate (reduce the chance of) that risk.  Here’s a peek into my Risk Mitigation Plan:

  1. Risk: Jack won’t like the dog. Mitigation: Let him choose the dog.  With some guidance.  I mean, another little doggie like Frankie (physically) would be great.  Maybe a female wouldn’t be such a little a-hole.
  2. Risk: The dog will aggravate my allergies. Mitigation: Weekly baths.  (Any more will dry out the dog’s skin too much.)  Wipe with baby wipes on the other days.  (Pet stores sell fancy wipes, but let’s face it: they’re baby wipes).
  3. Risk: Jack won’t bond with the dog. Mitigation: Borrow a dog (or multiple, if necessary) to see if he likes that breed.  Ed has two little dachshunds (aka wiener dogs, aka doxies), Lady and Lucy, who are going to come stay with us for a couple of weeks.

We’ve already bought doggie treats and leashes.  Jack is hoarding plastic bags so that he can be a responsible pet owner and pick up what the dog puts down.

Does that sound like the dog is going to throw down a harsh jam?


Another engineer thing is to make a checklist of specifications.  After talking to other pet owners and having owned a pup, here’s what we’re looking for in a dog:

  1. Male dogs are more likely to piss on everything.  This isn’t me being a man hater, it’s what I’ve heard about dogs.  Seriously!
  2. Jack wants a lapdog.  I want a dog that won’t drag me along when I walk her.
  3. I want a dog more like the sweet, cuddly cockapoo I had growing up and less like the Not-so-Large and In Charge Frankie.
  4. As in, not furry, because of my allergies.

There’s a toy poodle named “Lamb” at the SPCA.  I bet he’s adorable!  Oh, wait, he’s a male.  Sigh, I hope Jack keeps better track of the checklist than I do.

Oh, look!  There’s a cute little maltie-poo on Craig’s List!

5 minutes later: Ed, Jack, and I have her named and an appointment to meet her tomorrow night.

Well, shit.  There goes the Risk Mitigation Plan!


Jack and Seshi (his Dad's dog)

Jack and Seshi (his Dad’s dog)