So, as you know, if you've been following June's Big Annoying Book of Events of June by June Oh June, I was scheduled to get me a pit bull puppy this weekend, tentatively named Mrs. Flossie Fern StellaLuna Rosenkrantz. Last weekend, I drove two hours and 20 minutes each way to see her, and I loved her, and I said, yes okay. Give me this puppy.
Then they schlepped her to Wilmington to "spaded" her, and they told me I could get her via two convenient methods: I could drive to convenient Wilmington, seven hours round trip, by myself cause no one would go with me, or I could have a volunteer deliver her to me at 9 p.m. Sunday.
Wow. Those were, um, stellar.
Today, she's at an adoption event in Wilmington all day, and that was where I could pick her up. That was my plan, until yet another person at work told me yet another person they know had a passel of puppies, "purebred Beagles," and did I want them because they were headed to the pound otherwise.
So I called the pit place. "She'll get adopted Saturday, right? I mean, at that event?" No, no, they said, they wouldn't let her. She was mine. "No, but if I tell you it's okay? Because the logistics of getting her are absurd, and I have another puppy right here." I mean, the "purebred Beagle" was an hour away, in the country, but that distance was sounding like a walk in the park. They said yes, of course she'd get adopted, and did I want my fee back and I said no, absolutely not, keep it as a donation.
And here, folks, is my purebred Beagle, which by the way, Beagles aren't black and white. I mean, I googled it, and I guess maybe they can be sometimes rarely, but do you know what I think? I think this free puppy from out in the country is not all Beagle all the time. I wonder if maybe she might could be a Pit/Beagle, although she doesn't look remotely Pit.
Anyway, I think Ima name her Ava. Ava Gardens. Another beautiful girl from rural North Carolina who totally banged Frank Sinatra. Oh, did I not tell you that part?
She is currently freaked the fuck out. She shook a little when we first got here, but she peed in the yard. I took her right to the back room so she didn't meet the pets. But when I tried to put her in the crate just now and come out here and blog, MOTHER OF GOD she cried, and I felt bad and brought her out here with me. She's on my lap. Edsel sniffed her and the cats ignored her.
Dudes. She's teensy. All the toys and the collar and everything I bought for Stanley/new pit puppy are way too big for her. I gotta at least go get her a smaller collar. I think I own a small dog. Tallulah would abhor me. But at least I got the breed of her people. Halfway.