Regular readers of this webbed log may have noticed that there is an addition to the Anonymous Communist family. If you haven’t, go ahead and click the link; it’s totally worth it.
Now that we’re up to speed… Awwwwwwwww… isn’t he cute? He joined our family thanks to a brilliant yet devious plot by Mrs. Communist.
Several times this past week up to Friday afternoon, Mrs. C complained of not feeling well. That night, my extended family gathered at a local dining establishment to celebrate my brother’s 40th birthday. Once everyone settled in, Mrs. C told everyone that she had an announcement, saying “We will be having a new member of the family, and here’s his 6-week picture” as she handed me a card with a local doctors group letterhead.
I just sat there for a second, looking at the card and thinking, “Six weeks? And she’s just now getting sick?” I sheepishly glanced back at her, and seeing her smiling I opened the card to see a picture of this powerfully adorable puppy. It took a few seconds for me to figure out what was going on.
Pretty much everyone at the table said, “You should have seen the look on your face.” Apparently, she had been planning this all week. My parents were in on the con as well as her parents and co-workers.
I had to congratulate her on the great job she did selling it. Mrs. C has always had a flair for the dramatic.
The little fella is about 6 weeks old and tips the scales at 7.5 pounds. As far as his ethnic heritage goes, it is my understanding that his mom is a pedigreed Siberian husky. Totally obvious, right? Apparently, she got out one night, and, well… how are you going to keep her on the farm once she’s seen Karl Hungus? I’m guessing Dad is a chocolate Lab of some sort with seriously dominant genes. Except for the eyes, of course. His left eye is more of a mottled blue-brown than the piercing blue of his right.
The kids, of course, love him like a S.O.B. and have to be reminded occasionally that they don’t need to have their hands on him at all times. I barely got any sleep Friday night/Saturday morning, his first night in his new home. It was the combination of the excitement (and trepidation) that comes with a new puppy and dragging my ass out of my extremely warm bed every couple of hours to go into the extremely cold outdoors so he could fertilize the lawn.
It’s going to take a lot of work to train him, but the rewards of having a well-mannered dog are so worth it. And with his Dogfather watching over him, the as-of-yet unnamed brown poochie will be a dandy.
