This weekend we had a doggie slumber party. We met a boxer from a rescue, and he came over to play ball, and spend the night. He is a HYPER-HYPO. Elwood guarded the kitchen with his life. He plunked his girth in the doorway and wailed, "You shall not pass!" but doggie passed. He passed and he even spent the night in our bedroom on the floor in his crate, and kitty slept in the bed, and we felt like Noah's Ark with so many animals around us.
Until we met him, there had been a difficult name debate. I wanted to call him either Dr. Dre (because I really love Dr. Dre, and I also, still have love for the streets) or Sweet Pig, after our delicious favorite pizza at B.J.'s Brewery. Well, doggie came into our lives snorting like a piggy pig, snorting like I've never heard a dog snort before, so Sweet Pig, you have been christened.
We have to do a little fix'n in the backyard before he comes to stay for good, so it'll be a couple weeks, but we have officially adopted him as our new dog-pig baby.
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