Dusty's New Attitude

Dusty had his surgery a few days ago and I'm watching him closely to see if less testosterone will make a difference in his aggressiveness. So far, it looks like it's worked except for his sudden desire to make love to my leg. Repeatedly. CFM said it's probably the last gasp.

He does seem to be a little more controllable. This week we start walking on the leash and learning to unwind it from around my body. Neat trick that!

It will be interesting to see how it affects his sleeping. He takes his nappies under the love seat and once he's under, he's in another world. If you walk within two feet of the couch while he's there, he growls and threatens attack. Yesterday morning, he was howling in his sleep. I'd love to get a picture like the one of this little fella singing.



This dog isn't nearly as cute as Dusty but the actions are identical. I keep waiting for him to slam into the side of the desk or door.

Name the new baby

On my way home from the mail route yesterday I had an idea for a character - Sidney. I liked the name and thought, if I get lucky enough to get another Pom, I'm going to name her Sidney. We've had three Pomeranians, Brandy, Sunshine, and Spider. Brandy had a beautiful red coat, Sunny looked like a fox, and our little loveball Spider was black with tan markings.



Our babies suffered either abuse, neglect or disinterest before they came to live with us. All of them nearly a year old.

Well, fifteen minutes after that thought, my husband called and said, "There's a lady over in Natchez that has some Poms. She has one left but someone is supposed to be coming to get it. She's going to call us one way or another." I'm thinking to myself, when did he decide we were in the market for a dog? Last time we talked about it, he didn't want to be tied down.

Tied down to what - everyday life on the bayou? He never goes anywhere anyway. We've just been waiting to get over the loss of Spider and to find the right Pom.

So this morning we left the house at 5:30 to pick up some puppy supplies at Walmart and go get our new baby. This time we get to raise him from a puppy.


But does Sidney fit him? I thought we were going to get a girl. Now CFM is saying Trooper, and I've thought maybe Woofy, though not seriously.




Can you think of a distinctive name that fits him? Wish I could award a prize for the best puppy name for our Pom. A personally guided fishing trip on the bayou? No Problem. A favorite read you're having trouble finding?

Help. I'm tired of calling him puppy and smooch,smooch.