i heart puppies. yes, I said it, the perpetual dog un-enthusiast loves puppies. all shapes and sizes and colors. Is my puppy the only one who does not stink? Or is it because he 'is' mine, his sh*t doesn't stink? Up until the past year, I never would have thought loving an animal as a member of the family is a possibility... enter Ernesto P. Rockefeller. I wrestled with my hubby Tim over the idea of expanding our family to include a reckless little bastard who pees and poops inside the house, eats things no living thing should eat, cries when you sit down to dinner without him and lets every neighbor dwell on his eternal cuteness...
After reading Marley & Me by John Grogan, I have decided to keep track of every little thing this dog of ours does. In pale comparison to Marley, Ernie is not the world's worst dog, he is just OUR dog.
After months of entertaining the idea of a pooch, I made some phone calls to ads in the Pittsburgh Post Gazette regarding the dog of choice, a Dachshund. German for badger-dog. Why a Doxie you ask? Have YOU ever seen a doxie you couldn't resist oohing and ahhing over? I was met with voicemails, left messages. Talked to a lady named Doris who wanted to meet her at a produce stand to see a puppy. I'm looking for a possible family member, not a vegetable! How could I make one of the biggest decisions of my future on the side of a road? Not to see where it was raised during it's most impressionable time???
We ended up getting Ernie out of the back of a pickup truck in a Park-n-Ride lot off interstate 79, the Evans City exit if you must know. He was on sale because he was 13 weeks old already, had been living off of Dad's dog food (which is like a human eating hot dogs for every meal) was born to a family with 2 Dachshund's of their own and needed a family. Little did I know, he had 3 overprotective sisters left in the litter as well. It was raining, and The Doxie Deliverer from Butler PA opened the tailgate of his cabbed pickup truck and I crawled in.
Inside were 4 very noisy, very dirty, very stinky, very active little wieners. It was like a men's bathroom at a gay bay, or so I've heard. The puppies were crying and clumsily walking around, clamoring on my legs, sniffing my every inch, licking any exposed body part, how was I to choose? I've read not to pick the one that shys away, not to pick the overly rambunctious one, but none fell into any category. Tim wanted a girl, I wanted a boy, I didn't turn them over to see who was who, it came down to a single display of affection. One little puppy came over to me and rested it's snout on my forearm in the confusion, looked up at me with those puppy, puppy eyes. SOLD! It's a boy! Cash exchanged, new dog in hand we sped outta there with a dog wrapped like a burrito in a blanket! Tim named him Ernie, I picked the dog, he picked the name. Both are perfect. It was love at first sight... or so we thought...
After reading Marley & Me by John Grogan, I have decided to keep track of every little thing this dog of ours does. In pale comparison to Marley, Ernie is not the world's worst dog, he is just OUR dog.
After months of entertaining the idea of a pooch, I made some phone calls to ads in the Pittsburgh Post Gazette regarding the dog of choice, a Dachshund. German for badger-dog. Why a Doxie you ask? Have YOU ever seen a doxie you couldn't resist oohing and ahhing over? I was met with voicemails, left messages. Talked to a lady named Doris who wanted to meet her at a produce stand to see a puppy. I'm looking for a possible family member, not a vegetable! How could I make one of the biggest decisions of my future on the side of a road? Not to see where it was raised during it's most impressionable time???
We ended up getting Ernie out of the back of a pickup truck in a Park-n-Ride lot off interstate 79, the Evans City exit if you must know. He was on sale because he was 13 weeks old already, had been living off of Dad's dog food (which is like a human eating hot dogs for every meal) was born to a family with 2 Dachshund's of their own and needed a family. Little did I know, he had 3 overprotective sisters left in the litter as well. It was raining, and The Doxie Deliverer from Butler PA opened the tailgate of his cabbed pickup truck and I crawled in.
Inside were 4 very noisy, very dirty, very stinky, very active little wieners. It was like a men's bathroom at a gay bay, or so I've heard. The puppies were crying and clumsily walking around, clamoring on my legs, sniffing my every inch, licking any exposed body part, how was I to choose? I've read not to pick the one that shys away, not to pick the overly rambunctious one, but none fell into any category. Tim wanted a girl, I wanted a boy, I didn't turn them over to see who was who, it came down to a single display of affection. One little puppy came over to me and rested it's snout on my forearm in the confusion, looked up at me with those puppy, puppy eyes. SOLD! It's a boy! Cash exchanged, new dog in hand we sped outta there with a dog wrapped like a burrito in a blanket! Tim named him Ernie, I picked the dog, he picked the name. Both are perfect. It was love at first sight... or so we thought...
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