There are several problems with getting an all-black dog that we had not considered prior to Angus’ selection.
- You can never be quite certain if he’s looking at you. Or, really, if that’s even his head; especially if he’s laying down .
- When he’s outside, it’s impossible to tell if he’s going to the bathroom. His legs blend in with his fat belly, and he’s already so low to the ground…there’s really only one way to tell. We call it the “wetness test”, and that’s probably more than any of you wanted to know.
- We have black rugs in the kitchen. Angus + black rug = totally invisible.
Angus seems to be settling in pretty well, all things considered. We’ve had one accident in the past two days (which I feel like is REMARKABLE!) and while Angus is a bit more yappy than Henry was (or at least the rosy version of him that I keep in my memory) I think we’ll be able to train it out of him. He’s not too bad.
I’ve been trying to snap some photos of the guy but he moves too much. And his face blends in with his fur (please see my first point above) which makes it very difficult to get a picture of his eyes.
But I used a flash.
Yesterday at the puppy house, it was total chaos. There were shih tzu puppies everywhere. I took a camera with the intention of taking photos of the cuteness, but THERE WERE TOO MANY PUPPIES. And puppies are normally wiggly, but shih tzu puppies take it to the next level entirely. So everything was out of focus and I just gave up after awhile.
We had to drive about an hour away to get to puppyland. On the drive in I told Joey to steel himself against all the cute puppies, we were going to choose between two that were “on sale” due to being a little bit older than the other puppies. Unfortunately, once we met the “on sale” puppies, we kinda realized why they were on sale. And we got a different one.
An all-black buster whom we named Angus. Yes, after MacGyver. OH MY GOSH.
Analie loves him. They are friends forever already, on the drive back he rode on her lap in the carseat for awhile and she gave him gentle pets and squeals and kisses.
This morning I gave him a bath because he smelled a little bit funny. And he was out of focus.
He was all, I HATE THIS!
I REALLY HATE THIS!
He recovered once I gave him the hair dryer treatment, and then he and Analie played in the doggy bed for awhile.