What was I thinking? Oh...I wasn't.

We got a dog Saturday.

I mean, one besides Shiner. The circumstances leading up to it put a bit of proof to the idea that the Infinite Singularity works in mysterious ways...and has an ironic and cruel sensibility.

This is the story: A woman bought the dog, a female schipperke, from a breeder as a companion after her husband died. Now the woman is dying from lung cancer, recently moved to hospice care and had to re-home the dog.

The lady's daughter went on the internet looking for someone who works with schipperkes and landed on a page with ten year old information, found Michelle's email address and sent an email describing her plight, and would we be able to find a home for "Schippy." (Hereinafter spelled "Skippy"*).

It's noteworthy that the address is no longer really checked and gets immediately shit-canned. Through some odd circumstance, this email made it through.

Michelle tells me what's going on. My immediate reaction the day before would have been "Fuck no...no way...not happening."

Saturday, perfectly calm, I said, "Let's go get a dog."

( More text, with pictures at the end... )

What was I thinking? Oh...I wasn't.

We got a dog Saturday.

I mean, one besides Shiner. The circumstances leading up to it put a bit of proof to the idea that the Infinite Singularity works in mysterious ways...and has an ironic and cruel sensibility.

This is the story: A woman bought the dog, a female schipperke, from a breeder as a companion after her husband died. Now the woman is dying from lung cancer, recently moved to hospice care and had to re-home the dog.

The lady's daughter went on the internet looking for someone who works with schipperkes and landed on a page with ten year old information, found Michelle's email address and sent an email describing her plight, and would we be able to find a home for "Schippy." (Hereinafter spelled "Skippy"*).

It's noteworthy that the address is no longer really checked and gets immediately shit-canned. Through some odd circumstance, this email made it through.

Michelle tells me what's going on. My immediate reaction the day before would have been "Fuck no...no way...not happening."

Saturday, perfectly calm, I said, "Let's go get a dog."

( More text, with pictures at the end... )

Musical Goodness

Warming up to "Go, Move, Shift".  There's more, of course, but not tonight. :)

Musical Goodness

Warming up to "Go, Move, Shift".  There's more, of course, but not tonight. :)