Sunday, October 05, 2008
OT: A Dogversion From The Diversions
The newest addition to the pack, er, family, we got him at the Long Beach SPCA LA facility yesterday. He's a big fella, weighing in at 85 lbs or so, and gregarious and gentle as can be. They said he was a Rottweiler mix based on his coloring, but we think he's a similarly colored Gordon Setter based on his temperament, with some Labrador Retriever thrown in. We haven't settled on a name yet, though he responds well to his pound name of "Shoop"; we're waiting for something to come to us. Helen wants to call him "Santo" after the Cubs' great third baseman and broadcaster, but I'm not so sure. (Update 10/6: After some deliberation, and due to the fact that it was her dog to name [Foley was also hers], I consented to Santo.) (Update 10/15: We changed again to Romeo, 'cause he's such a lover.)
He's already had his first (expected) scrap with Hannah, our senior dog, who is very dog-aggressive, but age and arf-ritis have mellowed her out some. Unfortunately, he's not house-trained yet, and so we're working on crate training him today. He's already brought one positive to the household, and that is getting Helen to focus on something other than the Cubs' abysmal loss yesterday, something that Al Yellon finally grieved about at BCB this afternoon.
As big and energetic as he is, he's not used to real vigorous exercise; I had hoped to take him with me on my morning runs, but found out that may take a while to work up to. After a mile walk or so at a very slow (Hannah's) pace, we returned to the house, and I took him back out, figuring he needed more. Upon reaching the corner, he sat down and looked up at me as if to say, enough. He's sitting happily in his crate right now, and we got him a squeaky toy to play with later on. He loves to play fetch, and he can't get enough of squeaky toys. He's gonna be a great dog.