Doggy Visit

The Demonics have been toying with the idea of adopting a dog. Well, that would be THIS Demonic.

I don’t want a big dog, or one that that needs a lot of attention. In reality, I’m a cat person, but Mr. Demonic has stolen my cat! Well… Maxx wasn’t really my cat, he was my daughter’s. Now he likes Mr. D the best.

My thought is that we need some more fur in the house. Plus, another animal would keep the cat entertained. He needs something to do during the day, because right now he sleeps all day and keeps us up all night.

It’s also important to find good homes for homeless animals. Maxx was a shelter cat, and I rescued him. And look at him now… Fat and sassy, living the high life. My brother-in-law runs a shelter for German shorthair pointers in LA. Their house always has a full contingent of foster dogs. I like that rescues try to find suitable homes for throwaway animals. It’s hard to believe, but a lot of people think of their pets as interchangeable as a pair of shoes. A lot of rescue animals came from puppy mills, discarded after their years as a breeder were over.

My sister has two Boston terriers. I like how her dogs are well behaved, friendly, and don’t bark or shed a lot. They’re also compact and don’t take much space. So I did some research, starting back about six months ago. I went on the web site and filled out an application, and waited.

The Boston terrier people are fanatical about their dogs. I had to go through an application process, where I listed all of my references. They asked me how I felt about fencing and crating, discipline and training. They then would decide whether or not I was good enough to be a Boston parent.

This week, I made an appointment for a home visit. This is where one of the rescue workers comes over to check out my house and make sure I wasn’t going to use the dog to fight professionally or pull my sled in the winter.

Yesterday, a very nice dog came for a visit, along with his foster mom. His name is Henry. You can see what he looks like here. He’s really a handsome little dog.

Maxx was non-committal, but Henry wanted to play with him. Then Henry found Maxx’s big fleece ball and started playing with that. Maxx was a little upset. Mr. Demonic was non-committal too, but he was doing the dishes, and heaven help us if I interrupt that.

Anyway, I’ve been thinking about Henry ever since.

I wonder what that means…

Lobbying for Adoption

I’m about “this” close to putting myself up for adoption on eBay. No, it’s not because of this that I’m looking for a new home. It’s because I woke up to six inches of snow, YET AGAIN.

I really don’t know how much more of this I can take. Winter sucks. Royally.

I have a really nice net-friend, and you all know him. He’s My Internet Boyfriend. Beyond the confines of this forum, we share email which can range from sublimely serious to definitively wacky. We’ve known each other for about a year, and I like him a lot. I’ve seen video of his family, and he’s seen video of me singing some country’s national anthem. He even sent me a gift, which was damn nice of him. But before any of you get the notion that our relationship is more than friendship, I guess I would like to clarify. Yes, it is more than friendship. MIB is more like a brother to me.

In an email last week, he was describing a house guest who doesn’t really have a job, but chips in by taking on some household tasks. I thought the guy was one lucky dude. He hit the jackpot by bunking with MIB. So I replied back, “Well, why don’t you adopt me?” His answer dealt along the lines of getting rid of his wife. This was not my intent! My reply was then, “I don’t want you to marry me, I want you to adopt me!”

The more I think about this, the more I like this idea, so I am now lobbying full time for adoption. Think of it! I could be the sister MIB doesn’t have. (He has a sister, but not one like me!) I can cook. I enjoy cleaning and laundry. I can babysit the kids. I have a clean driving record and can shuttle them around. I can run errands. I’m a master with organization and would keep the house tidy. In addition, I’m pretty smart with conversation and I’m no dummy when it comes to Scrabble.

I’m loyal, trustworthy, and honest. And after July, I’ll be without minor children. (What to do with Mr. Demonic… Hmmm… I’m still working on that.)

The trade off is that I would be far, far away from this Rust Belt northern clime. Oh, sure, he’s farther north in another country, but from the sounds of it, his location is rather temperate. When we are under siege by Alberta clippers, he’s enjoying 50 degree days and light jackets. Although located fairly centrally, his city is also much closer to the ocean than I am, which is a huge plus. It appears that the entire area has a strong economic base and the cultural attractions are many.

I wonder if my local Staples has pre-made legal paperwork for applying for adoption?

Barring a hang up in being adopted by MIB, I am hereby taking a waiting list for those who would like to add me as a family member. After that, I’m using eBay.