September 26, 2007


Well, that's about the oddest looking Eskimo spitz I've ever seen.


But how could I refuse the little girl who was going to have to pay for it? Rebecca's been doing volunteer work for the animal shelter that sets up shop at PetSmart, and this little pup came in a couple of weeks ago with a couple of littermates. It took up with her almost immediately and she wound up spending most of last Saturday and the Saturday before that sitting around holding it while it slept in her arms. And thankfully, her association with the shelter meant that she was able to pick up a new Dogloo for it free. It had been returned to PetSmart because it was cracked, so they were going to donate it to the shelter, but they don't use them, so the shelter's volunteer coordinator said Bec could have it for free. Which was nice, because it was one of the $150 models. So that was nice. Aside from it having a crack, which Daddy will have to fix.

ANYway, as for the puppy, it's some sort of beagleterrier, and it's relatively calm as such dogs go, and last night (its first night at Casa de Possum) it was quiet and didn't whine too much. And definitely didn't bark any. About the only thing that remains is for Rebecca to give it a name. Nothing has quite struck her yet, but I suppose it will come.

So there you go.

Posted by Terry Oglesby at September 26, 2007 09:57 AM

Obviously, that dog should be named George Jones. Possum for short.

Posted by: skillzy at September 26, 2007 10:21 AM

I hate it when someone beats me to the punchline by 2 full minutes. If only I hadn't stopped to read the post.

Posted by: Larry Anderson at September 26, 2007 10:24 AM

3 full minutes! If only I hadn't typed the second sentence.

Posted by: Larry Anderson at September 26, 2007 10:25 AM

He certainly does have the sleeping-it-off part down, but I'm worried about what he'd do behind the wheel of a car...

Posted by: Terry Oglesby at September 26, 2007 10:30 AM

If you name him George Jones, then you'd have to eventually get a b*ch and name her Tammy Wynette. Stand by your dog ...

Do they make Dogloo spackle? Does this call for the handyman's handy duck tape? Or maybe some plastic welding? I hope the Dogloo meets your neighborhood eye-sore criteria for out-buildings.

Posted by: Marc V at September 26, 2007 11:01 AM

Hmmm--"Spackle" would be a pretty interesting name!

But no, no glue will work on the thing because it's polyethylene. It'll have to be heated and fused back together at some indeterminate point in the future. The interim solution is just as you speculated: duct tape. The eyesore condition is no longer a problem, now that we have a privacy fence. I can put up my great big Dogloo, or walk around in stark flabby hairy nakedness, and no one will be able to say a word about it.

Posted by: Terry Oglesby at September 26, 2007 11:07 AM

Thatís a cute pup but then again most are. There is some resemblance to a cartoon dog; I just canít place which one. How does the rest of the family feel?
If JB Weld and duct tape canít fix it what can?

Posted by: jim at September 26, 2007 01:36 PM

"JB Weld" would be a pretty good name, too.

Everyone's in love with the little feller. Poor Lightning is surely plotting a way to become more lovable so he won't get ignored. Unless he wants to be ignored.

Posted by: Terry Oglesby at September 26, 2007 01:43 PM

I think cats love to see a dog in the house. That way, the people don't pester them so much. Nice looking pooch. Might as well let him come in the house, and have the run of the place.

Posted by: BillW at September 26, 2007 03:21 PM

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Posted by: Chef Tony at September 26, 2007 05:14 PM

Congratulations. Taking a refuge dog is a great thing to do. It will love you always.

The beagle half will dig and the terrier half will want to hunt rats. Do you have subterranean rats up there?

Posted by: kitchen hand at September 26, 2007 11:29 PM

Bite your tongue, Bill. Our house is messy enough as it is.


KitchenHand, one of the nice things about living on top of a hill is that below the few inches of topsoil the contractor saw fit to throw on the yard, the stuff underneath is nothing but hard clay and sandstone all the way to the core of the Earth. Therefore, we have not been blessed with gopher rats, voles, shrews, or meerkats, so the pup will just have to dig for the sheer joy of it.

SO far though, he's not decided to dig anything, although he's quite the cockroach (or rather, giant palmetto bug) hunter.

Posted by: Terry Oglesby at September 27, 2007 09:10 AM

He's a very cute little thing. Are we placing bets yet on how long it will be before he becomes your dog and the children will have nothing to do with him?

Posted by: Jordana at September 27, 2007 10:59 AM

Well, you have to remember that this is Bec's puppy, and she's the most committed of all the kids to making sure things get done, and get done the right way. Don't bet more than you can lose!

Posted by: Terry Oglesby at September 27, 2007 11:51 AM

Well, the pup looks like he feels lonely. Perhaps you could get him a canine companion?

Posted by: Stan at September 27, 2007 01:19 PM

::ignoring Stan::

Posted by: Terry Oglesby at September 27, 2007 01:28 PM

He already has his very own cat. What he wants is a rug by the fire-- those pups are always planning ahead.

Posted by: jim at September 28, 2007 08:04 AM

Let him build his own fire.

Wait--on second thought...

Posted by: Terry Oglesby at September 28, 2007 08:11 AM

What happens if you put up your great big Nakedness, and walk around in your stark flabby hairy Dogloo?

Oh - and he looks like he's choosing which bike is going to be his.

Posted by: skinnydan at October 1, 2007 02:49 PM

Skinnydan--asking the questions no one else is brave enough to ask.

As for bikes, he's going to have to get a job and buy his own.

Posted by: Terry Oglesby at October 1, 2007 03:07 PM

"brave" in this instance being a euphemism for "rude" "uncouth" "shameless" and/or "insane."

And you're tough. Even my cheap grandpa bought half of a bike for my dad (Pops had to pay for the other half - even in the 1950s you couldn't buy half a bike.)

In fairness, it was dad's Bar Mitzvah, so maybe when doggie turns 2 you could get him a unicycle.

Posted by: skinnydan at October 2, 2007 03:43 PM

Only if he's willing to go to work and earn his keep as "Patches, the Unicyle Riding Dog."

Posted by: Terry Oglesby at October 2, 2007 04:48 PM

Is the name "Patches"?

That takes me back to that awful song.

Posted by: Janis Gore at October 2, 2007 07:59 PM

Yes, but it's not the same Patches as the song. She came up with the name on her own based on the fact that he has little patches of color on him.

Posted by: Terry Oglesby at October 3, 2007 08:05 AM

You know I can't resist when it comes to lyrics:

I was born and raised down in Alabama
On a farm way back up in the woods
I was so ragged the kids would call me patches
Papa used to kid me about it
Of course deep down inside
He was thinkin he had done all he could do
With tears in his eyes on his dyin bed
He said, "Patches, I'm depending on you son
I tried to do my best, It's up to you to do the rest"

I'd print the rest, but it's just too depressing. After reading it I'm surprised it sold as much as it did, but I suppose there's a market for sad songs, or lamentations if you prefer.

Posted by: Marc V at October 3, 2007 11:24 AM

That's a different song.

Posted by: Janis Gore at October 3, 2007 11:36 AM

Well, obviously, it's time for a different, more upbeat, more canine-flavored Patches song...

Posted by: Terry Oglesby at October 3, 2007 11:52 AM

You got patches on your tires,
You got patches on your shoes,
You got patches in the carpet,
And here I'm tellin' you,
My name is Patches,
And I have more to do.

I'm a puppy, man, a legend,
What they all say is true.

Posted by: Janis Gore at October 3, 2007 12:21 PM

I continue to be amazed at the creativity displayed by the Possumblog readership.

Posted by: Terry Oglesby at October 3, 2007 12:36 PM

Presto (Yorkie) and Beau (Shi-pom) have chewed up the pillows on Charles' chenille sofa.

Probably $75 apiece, if not more. Very nice fringe they had.

Posted by: Janis Gore at October 3, 2007 01:22 PM

Patches has attached himself to my ten-year old pair of yard shoes that I kept by the back door. They were already in pieces, so it's okay with me. He doesn't seem to chew much on other things.

Posted by: Terry Oglesby at October 3, 2007 01:33 PM

And why the dog is odd looking? Or may be I don't know how an Eskimo spitz must look like?

Posted by: hans at October 15, 2007 08:01 PM

Well, that's the thing--we were going to get a Spitz (which are medium-sized, fluffy white Nordic-type dogs with pointy ears and a curly tail), but this one is definitely NOT that type of pup. But he's a good sweet dog, and Rebecca loves him, so I suppose I'll just have to pretend.

Posted by: Terry Oglesby at October 15, 2007 09:39 PM