…and I like to torture myself by going to Petfinder.com.
The whole deal is that Gene and I have a deal – three dogs and no human baby or two dogs and 1 baby. Obviously, we have the 2 dogs part taken care of.
Sometimes, I really want a third dog. I have named her Clementine. Perhaps after the song, perhaps after the tiny little orange fruit, perhaps after the minor character in a book I was re-reading a few months ago.
There are so many beautiful doggies out there in search of a good home. I could go on but I don’t want to bum anyone out. I even saw one that looks like a skinny Betty, if you can imagine a small Betty. And I saw a feminine Scooby – that’s not hard to imagine as Scoob is already fairly delicate.
Speaking of Scooby Doo, he’s fine. He had a pimple-esque sore on his side and everyone said, “Ehh, no big deal.” We took him to the vet, who said, “Ehh, no big deal” (he was due for a vaccination anyway). He added “But if he starts to lick it or otherwise give it extra attention, call us.”
So, Scooby has been licking it (how does he do that??) so we took him back. And Doctor Gomer Pyle (also the same as Doctor Muscley Arms after the creepy old man on Family Guy) once again said, “Ehh, no big deal.” For the record, the return visit was at the explicit request of Gene. I was pretty certain it was Ehh, no big deal. (But then again what if it wasn’t?).
Anyway, a current census:
2 adult humans
1 teenage boy (existing purely in our hearts but located about 2 hours away)
2 spoiled rotten beagles
0 babies
0 third dogs.