I thought I might just post these pictures and call it good, but my fan base is getting antsy for something a little more satisfying than that. Carl often asks me how I survived without a dog for so many years (as in the eternity between leaving home and the fateful summer day when I walked off the ferry into Bubba's life). It's wonderful to come home to that goofy face every day, and now we've doubled the furry fun with our newest addition. We'd talked about getting another dog while Bubba is still in his prime, in the hopes his amazing temperament and personality would rub off on it. Somehow I convinced the landlords that adding another couple pounds of dog to the house really wouldn't be that big a deal, and the next thing you know I'm picking out a puppy of my very own. Her name is Luna, she's half black lab and half Australian shepherd, and she's smart enough to be a whole lot of trouble. Not to mention pretty darn cute.
Bubba is still getting used to the idea of being a big brother. He sends us long-suffering looks every so often, wondering what possessed us to mess with the status quo.
Just look at that face...how could I say no?
Luna is only allowed on the couch when she's completely exhausted and has no energy left for shenanigans (which takes some doing). She views Bubba as her personal jungle gym - last night she wiggled in under his chin and draped herself over his legs. Bubba, the amazing dog that he is, just sighed and looked the other way.
In other exciting news, my brief visit to Portland coincided with that of my sister Sarah, down from the great frozen wastes of central Alaska. With the powers of our persuasiveness combined we convinced my mother that it was a really good idea for us to get matching tattoos together. Despite dithering the entire ride to the shop, I'm proud to say that my mother went through with it and got her first tattoo ever. It was Sarah's first one as well; although Mom will probably stop there, I bet my sister ends up with a line of sled dogs running across her low back by spring. The winter nights are long and cold up there in Alaska and I've heard these things can be addictive...
