Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Just When You Thought It Was Safe To Go Back In The Water…

I apologize for being remiss in my posting, but when nothing is happening it's hard to pull a post out of thin air.

Then this morning Mr. Slave Driver advised me that the family of a friend of a fellow he works with (you know, the old "friend of a friend…" connection) has to move and they must either find a new home for their dog or surrender it to a shelter because they cannot take it with them.

It's a seven pound male Pomeranian.

ARGH! This is how a collector starts. I was tempted to go dog shopping at the recent No More Homeless Pets in Utah/Petsmart adoption event but I maintained self control by telling myself, "You do not need another dog. Your family is still adjusting to the adoption of Luna. Hell, your other dog is still adjusting to the adoption of Luna. You do not need another dog."

We talked it over for a bit, Mr. SD said, "It's not like a seven pound dog takes up a lot of room." And I was of the opinion that if said dog likes other dogs (as opposed to Sammie, who much prefers the company of people) it would take the heat off of her and Luna would have a dog to play with instead of harass Sammie and thinking it was play. I told Mr. SD that I would be willing to "meet" with the dog in question. You know, kind of a "Dog Test Drive."

My tag line up at the top of the blog says, "Random ramblings from an idiot" for a reason.

Because, obviously, I am one.

So, we'll have to wait and see just how big of an idiot I am. But I'm pretty sure which way that vote will go.


Belle's personal assistant said...

That has got to be a type of Murphy's law. As soon as you get a dog, everybody wants you to take theirs.

phaedra96 said...

Yep, I think you just became a three-dog family. (and Poms can have identity issues-you know, like they THINK they are a seventy-pound German Shepherd)