Last week, I found myself home alone for almost 72 hours. I edited. I watched Supernatural*. I edited some more. I ate quick meals, I planned, I revised, I edited even more.
It was fantastic.
How did I swing this when I usually have a husband and two kids around? Well, they went to the big city (not the one we go to for groceries… the bigger one) to pick up our new dog.
Now, I’m a little fuzzy on the details of exactly how we ended up adopting a Chihuahua from a rescue agency in Los Angeles. I remember seeing his picture on Facebook, posted by a friend who was fostering him in Hamilton, ON (Canada, guys), and thinking he was adorable. I vaguely remember my husband being quite taken with him. There were messages sent between him and said friend, and he started looking for ways to get a carry-on-sized dog from Ontario to Newfoundland. Something about an acquaintance who’s a pilot… my husband having days off work… talking about dog names… figuring it wouldn’t kill the boys to miss a day or two of classes… I know I actually consented to all of this. I’m just not clear on the details.
In my defense, all of my brain power was going toward the book. I’m sure I smiled and nodded and even acted like I had some clue what was happening around me, but it was actually all I could do to not burn the house down every time I cooked something.
Long story short, this is Bruno:
He’s 6 lbs of cuddles, love, a puppyish bark, and a bad habit of eating EVERYTHING. Like, I was thinking about getting a Roomba, but I don’t think there are any crumbs left around the house for it to pick up. He (Bruno, not the theoretical Roomba) wears adorable sweaters, sometimes chases the cats (we’re working on that), and is fitting in pretty well around here.
How are they even the same species?!
We must be crazy. I have a book to get out in the next few months, and edits just keep getting deeper. We’re probably moving this summer, and we have no idea where. We have a dog and three cats (one of them kind of old) already. Our family was pretty great as it was. Why rock the boat?
Okay, the improved satellite reception provided by those ears is actually nice. But other than that, and having a companion for Jack when the family goes out, and giving a three year-old dog his forever home, and having another furry little buddy to hang out with…
You know what? Never mind. I answered my own question.
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*I’m only on season 2. I’m told it doesn’t get really good until season 4, but something pretty is keeping my interest for now.
The scenery. I really go for creepy houses and graveyards. Yep.
disregard the prologue 
January 27th, 2015 at 9:49 pm
He’s so cute.
January 27th, 2015 at 11:08 pm
I used to watch Supernatural. I don’t know why I stopped…it was on at an inconvenient time or some such. But every now and again the something pretty catches my eye when I’m, you know, randomly looking at pictures and clips and stuff.
And I keep wanting to call Bruno, Hugo. No, I don’t know why.
January 27th, 2015 at 11:47 pm
I too only watch supernatural for the gorgeous scenery. The wilds of open road USA, gets me every time. I can’t even type that with a straight face. I’m obsessed with that show and Dean I particular. I ha a day off today and spent a great part of it plotting a scale drawing of a Devils Trap to place atop my city walls. Took about four hours to plot on to 9 pieces of graph paper. Will take considerably more than that to place. But I had SPN in another window so it was time well spent.
And Bruno is gorgeous. I’ve even started whining to hubby about needing a small dog.
January 28th, 2015 at 10:35 am
Love the new dog! His ears are great!
January 30th, 2015 at 11:25 am
Aww, congrats on the new addition! He’s adorable!
March 7th, 2015 at 11:37 pm
All animal people are a little crazy. Good for you guys for rescuing him 🙂 I rescue dogs as well and am hoping to get more dogs adopted out of the Phoenix, AZ shelter with my new blog: “family, too.” Would love to get your opinion on it as a fellow rescuer! https://familytoo.wordpress.com/