We got a new puppy back in April. We already had one very needy dog, Coya - who is a sassy little thing that likes to push our buttons. If Coya was a human, she would be a dirty martini drinking human that plots ways to eliminate people that are prettier than her.
Did I ever tell you about the time that we were banned from the dog park because she kept trying to drown other dogs? She likes to use little puppies as flotation devices.
We wanted to get another dog to keep Coya busy, so when the baby came maybe she wouldn’t be a jealous vixen and try to Melrose Place the baby out of the house. This time we were very careful to pick out a puppy that didn’t seem so high maintenance.
I had my eye on this puppy from the very beginning, and he turned out to be the angel we were looking for:
We named him Bixby. The Incredible Dr. Bixby Banner. He is completely different from his sister in that he is very well-behaved. Seriously, we never have to discipline him. If we so much as raise our voice a little, he takes it so personally and you can tell he internalizes it. Whereas, with Coya I could spank her and scream at the top of my lungs and she would laugh at me. Literally, she’d LAUGH and shake her head at me.
Now, I love Coya. She and I have come a long way since her puppy days. We are now on speaking terms, even best friends I would say. She's actually pretty loving these days, and I wouldn’t trade her in for anything, but it’s nice having a dog that I don’t have to worry about slipping antifreeze into my drink some day.
He’s my little scaredy boy. Bixby's terrified of his shadow and little kids and the dark, and most everything, really. He’s the baby of the family, for now. And we love him. But little does he know, that in 11 weeks one of those scary monster babies that haunts his dreams, will be living under his roof, permanently. Oh, the horror.
(They are rhodesian ridgebacks if you are curious. GREAT dogs. )
I call this picture, The Calm Before the Baby Storm.
