In reference to this thread, Lieu predicted (sort of) that I would be back with a puppy story.
Mrs BD and I somewhat argued over getting another dog. I couldn’t bear to replace Bubba so soon but with kids out of the house and in college Mrs. BD desperately needed to mother something.
That something turned out to bethis (slide show with videos at the end - you can bail out anytime if your bandwidth complains)
Bubba was a purebred Golden Retriever. This little gal is a hybrid breed referred to as a Golden Doodle (Golden/Poodle). They usually have the features and temperament of a golden but their stiffer curlier hair sheds much less.
Right now she has the house in a turmoil. She has no discipline, not housebroken in the least and resists all attempts to kennel.
We are worn out from walking her, chasing her, cleaning up after her and waking up every hour when she yelps. She is a major brat puppy and my wife is exhaustively loving every minute they spend together.
Wisely I’ve scheduled an out of town trip starting Thursday so that I can get some rest.
That’s a sore subject. I told Mrs. BD I didn’t want a dog but finally capitulated when she agreed to let me name it. She’s not fulfilling her promise though.
You see, before we married 25 years ago I had a dog named What.
When we married Mrs. BD wanted a cat so I said, “Only if I can name it.”
I named the cat Huh
I enjoyed the great Bud-Lou conversations with visitors when they saw my cat
visitor What’s the cat’s name? me No, What is the dog’s name visitor Huh? me That’s the cat’s name. visitor What? me The dog
So What lived a happy healthy life but it came to an end. After him I didn’t want a dog. Mrs. BD had other plans so I said, “Only if I can name him.”
I named him Idono (I don’t know)
It was fun but somewhere along the marriage I lost the right to name the next generations of cats. Idono unfortunately died of health defects at 1 and 1/2.
Mrs. BD refused to let me name the next dog.
She named him Buster Brown but I refused to call him by that name and called him Bubba. Gradually he became the (original) Bubbadog.
My name for this pup? I chose Huzaskin. (Who’s asking) or little Hoo-Zee for short. The wife, the daughters, the neighbors, anybody with an opinion hates that name except me.
Mrs. BD calls her Chloe only we’ve discovered there’s another Golden up the street with that name so we might just change it.
Considering all the trouble this pup finds the wife is thinking of calling her either Angel or Little Shit. The first name in the hopes that she will live up to her name. The second in recognition that we may now own a born troublemaker.
In either case she can give you a look (You know the one. That “Who me?” look) that will make you excuse ANY transgression.
