Animal House

I was going to just do an "Update" to the previous post, but the story of getting Dutchie settled in is too funny not to be given it's own post.

This is "Dutchie," the sweetest Boston Terrier I've ever met (okay, she's the only BT I've ever met, but she's setting a good example).

Crappy cell phone pic of cuddly L'il Dutchie

Brad brought her over just a little bit ago, and for a few minutes it was dog mania hilarity: picture two dogs on leashes, the bigger one standing stoically while the little one ran circles around him and the legs of the two humans. At one point I was caught in the middle of the tangle of leash lines and tried to step over them so we wouldn't have to play London Bridge again, but Brad did a little sidestep at the same time, which nearly resulted in very painful experience for him. I apologized for nearly kneeing him in the family jewels, then tried not to burst out laughing as he leaned around me trying to keep himself from getting caught in the crazy tangle.
"I'm sorry!" I gasped, to which he replied, "we're a mess!"

We finally got everybody untangled, and Brad took off to get to the airport. As for the rest of us, Dutchie is sleeping next to me on the couch, Shadow is resting nearby, and Bootsie and Spitter are hiding in the "office room" and may not resurface till bedtime (I use quotes because it's really just a storage space right now).

Brad has been in contact with a woman who offered to take Dutchie if her owners don't show up in several days. I don't want to give Dutchie up to hastily in case her owners are out of town or something, but at the same time 4 animals and 1 me is not the best ratio! Maybe the woman who offered to take Dutchie would agree to be a second doggie fostermama, with the option to adopt if the owners still aren't found after a while.

My family is supposed to come over for dinner this weekend...I'm tempted to put a sign on the door that says "Welcome to the Animal House: Enter at your own risk!"