As some of you astute observers noted, the person standing above the black lab in the last picture yesterday was indeed wearing Pet Doctor Barbie boots. 37712 came home with me.
And promptly was outfitted with a shamrock hat by my daughter. She is much more compliant with our family’s costuming requirements than Brody has been.
They say black dogs are the hardest to adopt. They are hard to photograph, they say. Pish posh.
I’ve been wanting another dog for quite some time. Two is a perfect balance. I wrote to the person at the rescue where I adopted Emmett with a bit of a tall order:
A female, medium to large dog who was fairly mellow herself but able to handle a crazy young puppy, is OK with cats, young kids, and dogs. Having learned the importance of choosing the right dog, I waited patiently.
This is Kekoa. Counting her two stints in rescue, this is her fifth home.
She is very good with kids.
My son calls Brody “Bitey” and she is “Licky.”
She is utterly disinterested in Apollo (which is fine by him.)
They’re plotting to bust into the pantry already, I think.