Watch Me Ponder Picking a Provisional Pronoucement of Permanence with a Pretty Pepper Pupper

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(Not quite as good as Bugs Bunny under similar circumstances, but it'll have to do.)

It's stupid early, and I'm back at the Mercedes dealership. Me and one other redheaded stepchild, having our Smarts serviced.  They almost hosed me a second time; I got a call Thursday morning that my tires were in, yay!, but then they tried to back me into next week to put them on.  I threatened to knock THEM into next week if they didn't at least honor the Saturday appointment I already had. After some negotiation, they did, and here I am, hopefully now safe from the service gremlins for another 10,000 miles or so.

That was the only real major annoyance of the past two days to match the theme of Wednesday.  I put out a redonkulous amount of paperwork on Thursday after getting back from one early and reasonable court hearing, and I then got to Rochester for one early and reasonable appointment, the only issue being a later-day client canceling on me at the last minute.  But there were other things to think about.  To be specific, this thing:



Present for your approval.... Pepper.  Cousin, of sorts, to our most recent rescue, Zoey the cat.  It was one of Eleanor's co-workers who introduced us to the litter of kittens that their daughter (also named Emily) brought home nine years ago. Zo was our first and best choice then. Now, Emily is all grown up, and she and her boyfriend rescued this pup from the Buffalo shelter- until the boyfriend became an ex-boyfriend who reneged on a promise to look after her.  So she's available- and can stay with Emily's parents through the end of this month if necessary.

(And yes, Pepper is also the name of my friend thanatos_kalos's longtime furbaby.)

That nose. That boopable nose. 

Plans have been made.  There will be a meet-and-greet at Leeanne's house later today. If that goes well, we will have a trial run around our home to see if the other tenants will accept her. And then, even if they do, we still some thinking to do. 

In the five previous trips to the Bridge, we never "replaced" a lost one, nor even went to pick one out in the waning weeks.  (Closest was when we got a pair of older cats months after we lost Bozo, our first to go, so our others would have some time with them.  The sweet adorable one of that pair died much too early, and his evil sister remains. More about her in a minute.)

It's also having this come on Mother's Day weekend, which stirs up all kinds of emotions for all of us, but especially Eleanor.  She said last night she still needs time to mourn. I get that, but fortunately we have until the end of the month before a final placement needs to happen.

If she finds another forever home, we will be okay.  But if we can be that home and make it all work, that would be several paw steps up from okay.

Stay tuned.

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I mentioned the evil cat, because she is.  If she doesn't accept the n00b, she can just leave. She never shuts up, demands attention at her times and on her terms, and considers the bed to be her exclusive personal domain.  But there's a heart in there someplace. Hell, even the Grinch had one.

When our first dog died several years ago, the strangest reaction came from Michelle the evil diva: she started hauling napkins, placemats and dish towels down the hall to the bedrooms, carrying them in her mouth like a mama cat and caterwauling the whole way. “Her bebbies,” we call them.

She must really miss Ebony even more, because she’s progressed into polos and tees. This is what awaited me when I got home last night:



That's her headless rear end heading off after finishing the job.

At least there's no dog around to shred those shirts once left on the floor. Not yet, anyway.

Comments

[thanatos_kalos]

Aw...all puppies named Pepper are adorable! :) Good luck! :)