More Bo Chronicles

The potty training has been going great. Carol calls me at work to let me know of the latest victory. We tried to cut Bo's nails today. We only got one paw done when he went nuts. We will come back and fight that battle another day. He had a bath. He wanted to jump right over my shoulder. We got him one of those 16 foot retractable leashes, but he kept chewing on it while he walked so back to Wal-Mart it went. Bo had a long walk today which knocked him out. By the time we got done his tongue was hanging out 6 inches. He is still really scared of bicycles and scooters. Well in a few minutes his trainer Marianne will arrive. Sort of like Nanny 911.

Oh crap! Bo just tossed his breakfast in Ben's room.

The "Chronicles of Bo"

Bo has settled in well. As you can see we have already trained him to stay off the couch (that thing hanging from his mouth is a pigs-ear). I think he is mat trained because he prefers to pee on the bath mats. Today he had his first poop. After 3 near misses in the living room ( he circles three times) he became so F.O.S. that he pooped on the morning walk; right on the sidewalk. I didn't want to stop him because at least it was outside. Last night we put him in his crate for bed. The crate is in our bedroom. He cried for about 10 minutes and then slept through the night. I know he was hoping to be there right between us. Bo is the star of the neighborhood. Housewives are coming out in their flannel pajamas to meet him, and toddlers are standing naked in front of their glass storm doors to catch a glimpse of the new resident. A little excitement yesterday when we walked into a swarm of bee's. It was like something from the discovery channel. Bo being the protective terrier he is, rushed down the street to warn two women walking strollers of the danger ahead. Yes it is Bo the wonder dog; we wonder when he is going to poop again.

Meet our new child Bo-Hickity

We have a new arrival. His name is Bo-Hickity; Bo for short. He is a 9 mo old Welsh Terrier.

A dog named Garfield

We started looking for our new dog. The avg. dog in our neighborhood cost about $2,000. Now we don't pay that kind of money for any dog; I wouldn't care it pooped nickels. So we went to the Asheville animal shelter and took a look at the local homie's. There was a cute 4 mo. old Grey Hound/ Jack Russel mix with one broken ear. A lot of these dogs are "blems". Her name was Flopsy. Flopsy is no longer on the web site. I hope someone adopted her and she didn't wind up in the hypobaric chamber. I was thinking that perhaps the calm nature of the Greyhound would balance out the Jack Russel mania. Then there was this dog "Asaka", the one pictured . I thought she was pretty good. Kind of wild but she did meet the one requirement that drives this search; she was 30 lbs. The Nazi's who run the association have made a 40 lb. weight limit for the new members. They have a secret sidewalk square that weighs your dog when you walk it and sends the result to the association main frame. Occasionally you will see some dog running around in a rubber suit, trying to make weight. Asaki has her nose pushed against the cage. That's why she looks like she has a cleft palate.

Then we went to Pet-Smart for their Adoption Day. There Carol spotted Whitey. Whitey (whose picture is in my cell phone) is Carol's type of dog. A lump. We trotted her over to the scale and she weighed in at 39 lbs. A real porker. She looked to me like she was medicated. She seemed to me to be saying to herself " four more hours at this dumb Pet-Smart adoption day and I can get back to my foster home for some viddles and a nap". The three old ladies running the adoption fair were sure putting the pressure on. They said someone earlier wanted her and was going to return later after talking to her husband; yeah, right. They mention what a smooth soft coat Whitey had as I brushed a clump of hair off my jeans. We got to waddle with Whitey all around Pet-Smart. Yeah I didn't think the Calender Girls were going to let us out of the store without taking "white lightning" with us.

So the quest for the perfect under 40 lb. dog continues. I'm just not ready to start walking a dog that resembles an "ottoman with four paws". Not after having a dog like Simba.