A new family member!

Life is funny sometimes.  Hubs and I have spent months and months talking about getting a dog, the pros and cons of one now vs waiting, the type we want, age, sex, etc. and how we would fit a canine into our life plan.  I've been pining quite a bit. I grew up with animals and have never gone longer than a month without a pet in the house.  These last nine months have probably been pretty annoying for hubby, since I've been prone to whining about it, dropping obscenely obvious hints ("I had the best dream last night honey, and it involved the RSPCA") and at some times, practically begging.  But, since we plan on traveling after this six months is up, and we don't know where or for how long, we both kind of sort of agreed that a dog wasn't a good idea at this present time.

Haha. Thus the funny. Because now we have one.

Meet   Shea!!. 

(Pronounced Shay) Her papers say she is a "Blue Staffy" but she looks more like an ashy brown to me.  She's settling in ok, although this kind of sad, weary look has been the norm for the last 24 hours.  I understand. I mean, the home we got her from had quite a few dogs roaming around in a big social pack, and she has gone from being a  yard dog to an indoor house dog with no puppy friends.  Its a big change, so I expected some moping.

The place we got her from had "sketchy pet ownership" written all over it.  For one, none of their animals were fixed, including Shea. (We will be sorting that out quick-smart)  All the dogs were friendly enough, but when I asked whether or not Shea likes fetching and how she heels on a leash the female owner replied "Oh, I don't know. I don't do that sort of stuff with her."   Um. You don't walk her?

So yeah there were some signs that this girl might need some behavioral work, and that she most likely is covered in fleas, but she comes across as a very low-energy type, was a sweetie with Presley, and when I took her for a walk, even though you could tell she had never been taught how to heel, she took any new situation very calmly.  Now that we have her in our own home, Prez has been crawling all over her and bopping her affectionately on the head and she doesn't even flinch.  We have a check up at the vet this afternoon just to make sure the girl's all hunky-dory, but I think we will be a-okay.

You know what I didn't miss while pet-starved?  Waiting for the little critters to poop while on a walk! Last night took forever!  I'd forgotten all about those 5-10 minutes of "c'mon hurry up please this is the third spot you've checked out, POO ALREADY!"