Introducing Glen:
After a couple days of brainstorming names and another couple days of debating them, the top two contenders were Graham and Nathan. And then I suggested Glen. Oh. Glen. We were all instantly sold, except Foster, who is still calling him Nathan. He’ll come around. Or he won’t and the poor dog will never really know what his name is.
Glen seems to be settling in well and is having a ball with Mia, who also seems happy to have someone to do dog-type things with (butt-sniffing, running in circles, pleading to stay indoors) and doesn’t smack her on the head for no reason, like Murray the bully cat. For his part, Murray seems pleased to sit back whenever Mia and Glen are horsing around and watch the show. It’s a good deal all around. Meanwhile, the sole surviving fish is thinking, uh, hello, still swimming all alone over here.
To give the young lovebirdsdogs a special place of their own, I bought a nice, plush cat bed yesterday and look:
Tandem snoozers.
Glen the Scottish Chihuahua. I think he needs a kilt.
He kind of pees a lot so I think I’ll skip the kilt until he’s older and knit him a little tam.
how cute! is that it now, or are chickens next on the list?
Chickens next, but not until we move. I seriously cannot wait for fresh eggs.
Glen is really cute. :):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):)
I really liked the name Nathan but then I thought that Glen would be really good! I love DOGS!