It’s been nearly 9 months since the dog that represented my life from elementary school to college was laid to rest. Frosty was a memorable dog – not exactly a good dog in the strictest of terms. He was known for wandering away from home on a regular basis, tripping people up in the kitchen, sneakily consuming a bowl of Christmas M&Ms, and getting somehow getting ludicrously dirty in the backyard among many other things. Even so, all of that was a part of what made him so endearing.
I’ll never forget Frosty. Nor will he ever be replaced.
That said, just last week, my parents bought a new puppy: an eleven-week-old chocolate Labradoodle named Harvey (Pictures to come on Facebook). Technically, he’s my dad’s puppy (according to a formal contract written up by my mom). It’s only been a few days, and it’s quickly becoming clear to my dad just how much work it’s going to take to train a brand new pup.
Naturally, I was excited to see the new addition to the family, so I traveled to my parents’ house over the weekend for a visit. It didn’t take long at all for me to fall in love with the new pup. Harvey’s a special little dog, to be sure. First off, he’s got a distinctly brown nose. This earned him the nickname “brown-noser” from my sister. He’s also extremely docile for puppy (he practically melts in your arms, no matter what position he’s in), yet he can still get super energetic when it’s time to play. Bottomline: he’s a real joy… but, then again, I’m not the one feeding him, letting him out to go potty (at 4:30 in the morning), and cleaning up after his messes.
Best of luck, Dad.
The rest of my weekend was fairly busy. I went to church, visited some friends, then drove back to my apartment in Portland only to discover that I had completely run out of time to do anything productive before Monday. Except for writing this blog, which is only quasi-productive.
Incidentally, I haven’t forgotten about my goal to post something resembling a cartoon by early this week. Look for something tomorrow evening! For now, I need to get some rest. As you can tell by the choppiness of the writing in this post, it’s already well past my bedtime.
God bless, and good night!