So I went on Petfinder.com to find my own Pomeranian.
White Whiskers on the Right.
Ever practical Mr. Engineer was not too thrilled with the idea.
He said, "No more dogs."
(We had one at the time.)
I changed the ringtone for his calls to"The Grinch."
Black Whiskers on the Left.
But I perused Petfinder daily anyway.
I found a 4 month Pom puppy
that had been rescued from an Ohio Puppy Mill.
I made arrangements to bring him home.
Mr. Engineer was still saying no.
He didn't know about the arrangements.
Quite the quandary.
"I Hear My Friend Mia Barking Over There."
A friend who knew my quandary talked to my husband,
I have no idea what she said,
but Mr. Engineer reluctantly relented
and I brought my puppy home.
I named him Nittany in honor of my husband's alma mater
and I changed the ringtone back.
Basking in the Sun The poor little thing was petrified of everything.
He had spent four months of his life in a crate in a barn
not even let out to do his business.
All he was good for to the breeder
was eventually breeding more puppies.
A Random Burst of Energy
Now he is a happy part of the family
who has just been inside and outside 5 or 6 times,
ate something disgusting
and now doesn't feel well.
So, about that sane statement...