Is it really all that wrong that I kind of want to veganize some of them, just for the challenge? C'mon, a vegan pizza cone would sound really comforting after a stressful day. . . .
Seriously: how could you not want to take this guy home? He’s young, outgoing, good-looking, and is a total sweetheart. Oh, and he’s single, and looking for love.
His Petfinder page is here. I met him this afternoon when I picked up Moliere after his haircut.* Most of the time I was scratching his ears and head, he was trying his best to lick my hands without twisting his head out of my reach.
Two dogs is my limit — if nothing else, my HOA agreement specifies no more than two, and limits them to 35 lb or less — but if you or someone you know is in need of a dog and has the space for a dog who’ll maybe be 60 to 70 lb when he hits his full growth, check out Boone. The groomer said he’ll be at the Petsmart on Ponce de Leon on Sunday, if you want to meet him.
He’s a lovely, sweet young dog, and he deserves a good home.
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*One of the things I like about my groomer, or rather Moliere’s groomer, is that he does stuff like this to help out rescues a lot.
All in all, today was not my favorite day. It could have been much worse, I’ll admit — my car might’ve slid on the ice and smashed into something or someone, or Nigel could’ve had a medical problem — but it was still fairly sucky. The various bad things of today included, but were not limited to, the following:
On the positive side, no one has died; Nigel’s in good spirits and Moliere remains sweet but, well, slow; no damage has been done except to my credit cards; and at least the woman at the car dealership said she liked the sock I’m working on:
It’s a crappy shot, but it’ll have to do for now. I’m off to watch old “Mary Tyler Moore” episodes on Hulu to cheer myself up.
