oh my dog!

Today Apollo and I went to pick out our new addition! Since my roomie (stalk her here) is getting married in one month and one day and taking her sweet boxer with her when she moves, I decided we needed another mess maker in the house. Here is the dog we decided on:

His name is Duke and he is a 2 year old greyhound. His original racing name was "Big Bad Monday" but he retired early due to a broken tarsal (foot bone). I wanted to adopt a retired greyhound for many reasons:

1. I wanted another dog to run with since Apollo always poops out on me after only a mile or so of me dragging him down the street

2. I (am completely obsessed with) love the body shape of a sight hound. When a creature so naturally skinny is sitting next to me as I devour a bag of cheetos, I cant help but be motivated to put down the bag and slowly back away.

3. I've done my good deed for the year. Seriously, don't ask for any more favors, im finished.

4. I enjoy spending $40+ dollars a month on food I would never even consider eating eating.

5. I never actually wanted to sleep in my own bed anyways. The couch works fine for me.

6. I enjoy waking up to whines and beady eyes at 5 in the morning so someone can "go potty outside".

(just for the record, I got up 3 different times while typing this, to let Apollo in as he so eloquently requested by scratching on my window and whining in a fashion similar to a hyena, so that he could change his mind each time i opened the door and stare at me like he didnt know why in God's green earth I would get up in the middle of a post... Oh the joys of being owned by your pet.)

So anyways I will return to the dog track for the last time next Wednesday (7 days and counting..)

to bring home my new 71 lb. bundle of love and vet bills and could not be more excited! In the mean time I have some very important decisions to make.

Red?

Black??

New couch cover?

New dog kennel?

Guess I'll just take it one squeaky toy at a time...