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I wanna be your dog--hey, are you listening?
In the couple of years since my badass Fred died, I've readjusted to the pace at which Flannery lives: a snail's pace. Flannery's never been what you'd call a high-energy dog; she prefers to poke carefully at life and take her time over things. Much like me, actually. Speed up the pace on us and we might adapt or we might not, but our preferred speed is, on the road trip of life, maybe second gear.
This weekend my boss finally, finally brought over her wants-to-be-inside-wants-to-be-loved three-year-old Australian Shepherd, who lives at, say, NASCAR speeds, constantly. He's sweet as pie (or indeed beignets from my ex-city, which I've been craving lately), he's smart and learns quickly (I believe we've conquered housebreaking in a single day), but lawks-a-mercy he never stops moving, and if he were a talker, his conversations would go something like this:
Flannery and I, needless to say, are still just spending our time trying to shift out of second gear to accommodate him. But we kind of like him. Or at least I kind of like him. Flannery is sort of undecided. She likes him fine as long as he's not sniffing her butt--but he spends quite a lot of time trying to do just that thing.
He'd be very handsome, if it weren't for the inexpert and enthusiastic grooming he received at the hands of my boss which makes him look pretty mangy. But the hair will grow, and he'll gain some weight (right now he's really thin), and then he'll be quite lovely and I'll take some full-body pictures, and in the meantime, here's a headshot:
Okay, now, I have a question to ask: if you had a dog named Freeway and you absolutely loathed this name but wanted to incorporate that long-e-long-a combination for recognition's sake, what would you call him? I've come up with one or two possibilities, but if you'd like to offer up a possibility, that would be mighty fine of you.
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In addition to beignets and chocolate milk from New Orleans, I've also been craving their Classic Soul Hits station. Sometimes all it takes to totally make your day is hearing The Spinners or The Hayes Corporation on commercial radio, and I wish Macon had a station like that.
This weekend my boss finally, finally brought over her wants-to-be-inside-wants-to-be-loved three-year-old Australian Shepherd, who lives at, say, NASCAR speeds, constantly. He's sweet as pie (or indeed beignets from my ex-city, which I've been craving lately), he's smart and learns quickly (I believe we've conquered housebreaking in a single day), but lawks-a-mercy he never stops moving, and if he were a talker, his conversations would go something like this:
"heythereireallylikeyouwhatisthatcologneyou'rewearingareyougoing-
topetmeorwhatwaitwhatisthatovertheremmmmitsmellsfantasticyouwant-
toplayagamemanitisabouttimefordinnermakesureyoudonotforgetthisfloor-
issocoolandsmoothohmygodthisissogreatireallylikeyoudonotforgetiam-
heredonotforgetiamheredonotforgetiamheredonotforgetiamhere!"
Flannery and I, needless to say, are still just spending our time trying to shift out of second gear to accommodate him. But we kind of like him. Or at least I kind of like him. Flannery is sort of undecided. She likes him fine as long as he's not sniffing her butt--but he spends quite a lot of time trying to do just that thing.
He'd be very handsome, if it weren't for the inexpert and enthusiastic grooming he received at the hands of my boss which makes him look pretty mangy. But the hair will grow, and he'll gain some weight (right now he's really thin), and then he'll be quite lovely and I'll take some full-body pictures, and in the meantime, here's a headshot:
Okay, now, I have a question to ask: if you had a dog named Freeway and you absolutely loathed this name but wanted to incorporate that long-e-long-a combination for recognition's sake, what would you call him? I've come up with one or two possibilities, but if you'd like to offer up a possibility, that would be mighty fine of you.
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In addition to beignets and chocolate milk from New Orleans, I've also been craving their Classic Soul Hits station. Sometimes all it takes to totally make your day is hearing The Spinners or The Hayes Corporation on commercial radio, and I wish Macon had a station like that.
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.... sorry.
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WHATISHERNAMEAGAINANDSHEISGOINGTOTAKEMEWHERE-
SHEWILLBEMYBESTFRIENDANDWHENISSHECOMING-
BECAUSEIWANTTOSTARTGETTINGREADYNOWOKAY!
And he is not enormous, or all-black, but he definitely falls into the BBD spectrum! :D:D:D:D:D:D:D
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Yay doggie!
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Still, it's tempting. *considers*
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Oh man. We tried to do this with mum's dog Sandy (he's a border collie, there is nothing sandy about him, why do people do these awful things to dogs) but eventually gave up because nothing really worked as well as we'd have liked it to.
But rolling with the BJ idea... you could call him CJ or DJ or VJ or somethingeee-K etc etc and make those initials for two great and powerfully awesome words. Or you could just pick one of your possibilities, which would be infinitely better than anything I've just suggested. I mean, hello. My cat is called Jellyfish.
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I'm trying to think of eeee-type aaaay-type initial names, and have a few. :-? I don't know! *frets*
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No! He's gorgeous already, inexpert grooming or no. Look at those eyes. *omgstealz*
Freeway? It's not so bad - there are waaaaaaay worse names. E-bay springs to mind.
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We are atill adjusting, but mostly we are :D <3 :D <3 :D <3 here. And are sending some of it--lots of it--your way!
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O_o
It is too strange. Possibly we have some infrequently-activated, fuzzy psychic connection.
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But the thought that we have some infrequently-activated, fuzzy psychic connection really is nicer, isn't it?
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