Chad surprised me with him yesterday. About a week ago, Hannah sent us both a link to a rescue program that had a flat-coated retriever named "Caesar" available for adoption. Chad sent them an email, then lied to me all week, telling me they never got back to him. So yesterday afternoon, I get home from my Stampin Up workshop, exhausted, desperate for tea and a lie-down on the couch with my book, and Chad comes home "from the gym." He went with Luke and Billy, and after he came home, said he’d forgotten his bag in Billy’s car. So they pull back in, and I’m in the kitchen making my tea. He calls, "Hey is it ok if everyone comes in for a bit?" I’m like, FINE, with the big heaving sigh of a martyr, and Billy, Julie, Luke, Hannah, and Chad come through the door. Then Chad says, "Oh hi, Rory!" and I’m like, "They brought their dog over?" and then Chad says, "Oh I mean CAESAR!" and I look around the corner, and there is the most adorable little dog I’ve ever seen. Instant love, exhaustion forgotten, Happy happy, smiles with Myles. Of course, it takes us a while to come up with the name. He doesn’t look like a Caesar, not imperial enough, and he didn’t answer to it anyway. He looks rather bookish, almost like a philosopher, so we needed to give him a name that was a bit more, well, nerdy. So his full name is Dr. Myles Spencer.
He is still very shy around us, unsure of the house, unsure of us. He likes to cuddle though, once he decides we’re not going to kill him. We think that maybe he was not taught to trust the people who were in charge of him before, as he flinches when we go to put on his leash or give him something. Hopefully with time, he’ll relax and learn to trust and love us. He looks like someone, don’t you think?
Oh, Allyson!!
I’m sitting here with tears in my eyes!
Welcome, Myles! I’m happy for him to have such a wonderful doggy home.
What do “the girls” think of him? Has he been around cats?
oh he’s so cute, such a sweetie… can’t wait to see him again. 🙂
The girls were rather appalled at first, but have warmed up to him much faster than I expected. Well, perhaps “warm” isn’t the right word; they have both hissed at him at least twice today. But they are downstairs, living with us as usual, giving him baleful “don’t mess with me” looks, and occassionally getting close enough to sniff him. He is very patient with the whole thing–just sits very still and quiet and accepts their disdain with humility. Apparently he had several cat-friends at his foster home, so he knows what to do with them.
Yeah, a new dog. How cute is he. Yes, Myles is a much better name for him than Caesar, and a Dr. at that. Good on ya Mate.
We STILL can’t get our cats and dogs together!
Vizslas don’t just hunt feather. They “hunt” fur, too, even if it’s just to wear the cats out chasing them with nary an evil thought in their minds.
The cats have too much dignity for that.
Sigh. . .
Oh WOW! I am so happy for you guys! He reminds me of my Ozzie – who was the sweetest boy in the world. I know he will bring you tons of happiness once he realizes his luck with his new parents 🙂 I can’t wait to meet Dr. Myles 🙂
So lovely!! You guys will love him out of his shyness for sure.