Ooops, I'm gonna do it again (woof, woof)

I think I'm going to adopt. [gulp] Ever since the move in May, Pretty Damn Bold (cockapoo extraordinaire) has been deprived of the socialization that had been part-and-parcel of her existence since the beginning. After all, we left a neighborhood with 20 kids on our block, and 6-7 dogs. Her best dog friend, Gretchen, died of old age just before the move. And Pretty misses the younger kids knocking on our door (okay, I miss it, too). Hearing a six-year-old say, "Honowa, can I take Pwetty for a walk?" - I mean, c'mon.

Now she has no-one to play with. And with the short, dark, cold, wet days (have I laid the groundwork of rationalization yet?), May and I are no longer walking three times a week. We're joining a gym nearby instead. So Pretty doesn't get her walks and I suspect she's not welcome at Meiko's Gym. [wry grin].

So . . . what do you think of Dudley? He was rescued from Oregon and is currently quarantined at the vet for 15 days. Then two weeks of foster care by the Small Paws regional person, my co-worker Sue (yes, that's how I found Dudley). Dudley is half-Cocker Spaniel/half-Bichon Frise. He's about 10-12 months old and was "fixed" yesterday. Good health except for ear mites (being resolved during his vet/foster care time).

Pretty is about seven so elder enough to hopefully be a bit motherly to this teenager? Whereas Dudley outweighs Pretty by a couple pounds (Pretty's about 15; Dudley is 17) - he'll probably top out at about 25 so that keeps them pretty even.

Yup, I think I'm gonna do it. Of course, I have to pass Small Paws adoption assessment - wish me luck. If all goes well, Dudley will be with me about the second week of December. And as Pretty is black-and-white, she and Dudley should complement each other nicely. After all, black does go with everything.

Oh, and Dudley will definitely need a name enhancement. I'm thinking Dudley DoRight - obvious, I know. But it feels right.