Happy Chinese New Year! It is fitting that this is the Year of the Dog because it is definitely going to be that at our house. I will try to return to some book talk soon on the blog, but pardon me if I am smitten.
Mr. Hallock brought Wile E. by my classroom while the kids were finishing a test, but I did not see either of them right away. I was confused by why my students suddenly started whining, “Awwwww!” I thought to myself, “I know this was a tough essay question, but it is not that difficult.” Then I looked up to see my husband and puppy in the door window. Love!
Thank you for suffering through all my puppy photos. (They won’t end, but they might slow down. Maybe.) But know that the Hallocks wish you all a wonderful Year of the Dog!
No, Wile E., there are no red packets for you. Your life is blessed enough!
Wile E.’s third day was a doozy. I won’t bore you with all the details, but it included some serious puppy play time, a trip to the farm, and a trip to the vet. She was so exhausted by the time she got to the vet that there was no whining at all. In fact, she mostly just slept on the table, in Mr. H’s arms, of course.
Yesterday (day four), she came to my school with Mr. H, and she got lots of attention there. She accepts pets on the head from anyone and is comfortable with anyone holding her, too. Other than the taste for rabbit scat, this pup is damn near perfect. We’re very lucky.
Today was the big day! We arrived at a parking lot to pick up our Alabama-born pup, Wile E. (“Wiley”). She was safely and carefully transported with 26 other dogs—including her eight littermates—in a single 24-hour trip.
First, a littermate was lifted out of the van, and everyone oohed and awed. Then the two-legged reached in for Wile E. and brought her out of the van. This is the first time we got to lay eyeballs on the new center of our lives. “They just keep getting cuter and cuter,” someone said as Wile E. was lifted out.
Wile E. got to play with her littermates—and others—one last time before we took her home. This little girl has the ability to look pitiful in pictures, but she was one of the happiest, most active players in the pen. Her tail was wagging the whole time. I felt so bad taking her away from them that I set her down outside the pen to say goodbye, forgetting the rule about not letting the pups walk around on public park spaces. (Their immune system is not totally developed yet, hence the bedsheets in the playpen.) Whoops! I picked her back up and took her away to the car. Predictably, she whined.
But not for long. I was expecting her to howl for an hour and a half, all the way home, but she quieted quickly in Mr. Hallock’s arms. She welcomed her new human overlords as easily as Kent Brockman:
Once home, though, she was not so sure about the snow. She tried to stick next to the house, sitting on the leaves.
Soon she embraced her new New England normal. By the time we walked around the pond a few times, Wile E. learned to love the snow.
That high tail means she’s a happy girl. She even came in close to give kisses.
And after a long day of getting used to us, snow, and everything else, it was time to drag a big bone by the fire and chew. It’s been a confusing, but great first day. Thanks to the great people at For Dog’s Sake Rescue (the adopting organization in New Hampshire) and Sasha’s Hope Rescue (our pup’s home for the first 12 weeks of her life) for bringing us this adorable girl. Both are tremendous organizations who give every possible dollar and every possible hour to these lucky, lucky dogs. You guys are the best.
I talked Mr. Hallock into a puppy. He did not stand a chance once he saw this picture. This little pup is about half-ish Border Collie and half-mutt. Many of her littermates (the “Broadway Babies,” with one even called Hamilton!) are still up for adoption, so check out the rescue here. They’ve named this little girl Matilda, but we have a different idea in mind:
Mr. Hallock and I thought that poor Wile E. needed to catch a break, and getting us as dog parents is a pretty big stroke of luck. Our Wile E. (“Wiley”) arrives February 10th from Alabama, and I can hardly wait. Get ready for puppy pictures!