sl2crmeg
Posted : 4/27/2008 10:28:41 AM
Oooooh Boy Bonita. You shouldn't have gotten me started
:)
I play with his mohawk constantly. Usually when we snuggle I'll mess with it. It does stick straight up when it's natural. BF has put gel in it before :) and when he was sick, in the ICU, the techs colored it with hiliters, LOL (he was a favorite because he was SO GOOD for blood draws - they said he never, ever fought them!) Sometimes we do the 'unicorn' and pull it all forward like a horn. Or the Donald, we comb it to one side.
Pirate CERTAINLY picked me. When BF and I first went away to college, I would get VERY lonely on the weekends, because BF had to go away for work. Combined with the first year on our own, away from my mom, I started to sink into depression. I wasn't working yet, either. I just sat at home and was in a funk.
BF wanted a dog the millisecond we moved into our house. I knew we'd both be busy with school and work, so I said NONONO. When I got my doggie day care gig we tossed the idea around, even looked in a few shelters, but no one really called to us. BF went back to our hometown one weekend without me. That weekend, him leaving me alone AGAIN triggered a MAJOR blowout between us. I was tired of being alone, and sad.
So sneaky pants goes to the humane society and there he is. 'Griffen'. All alone in his run. BF said he was the only dog not jumping and barking at him :) I called to, well... *whispers* apologize (I was MEAN that day, LOL) and I heard barks in the background. He said he was busy and had to call me back. That little sneak was at the pound, hanging out with 'Griffen'!! That night BF had me drive an hour back to our hometown, just to go see this dog. Keep in mind, at this point, I still didn't WANT a dog.
The next day I met him. He was scraggley, and flea ridden, and underweight. He had weird double dewclaws on both back feet. He was hand shy. A collar-slipper (didn't figure THAT out until he got home!). I fell in love. He was just like me! All he wanted was a little company.
The 'adoption counselor' (I use that term loosely) at our HS turned me down, right then and there. 'Not 21'. 'College student'. You know, the makings of a disaster. I walked him back to his cage and put him back. BF's mom had gone with me to look at him, and was SO MAD that they turned me down, that she decided to 'adopt' him herself :) The HS woman was spitting mad, but hey. What could she do? BF's mom was a responsible adult, who owned a home, and had the $50 fee. Later we found out that the woman 'assumed' that we lived in an apartment and both had full-time jobs. You know where assuming gets you...
We renamed him Pirate, because he has a little underbite and looks like he's saying aaaarg! He's been mine, through behavioral issues, dewclaw surgeries, many rounds of tapeworms, epilepsy, a week stint in the ICU vets, you name it. He's also been mine through being an 'ambassador' at doggie day care (helping with the temperament tests for new dogs), making friends with our neighbor's newborn daughter, helping me be less 'shy' and making new friends, and long, lonely weekends when BF isn't here. Yep, he found me. That's for sure.