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As I am an only child, my parents went through a bit of an adjustment period when I left for college. But since I stayed in the same state, I was able to visit them every couple weeks... you know, go home and do laundry, beg for money, eat REAL food... But now that I'm leaving for Scotland for a year, people were beginning to wonder if my parents would be suffering from "Empty-Nest Syndrome". As you may or may not know, this insidious condition is caused when children leave the nest and travel elsewhere. Well, not to worry. I have officially been replaced.
Since the beginning of this summer, I have helped my parents raise and train two lovely young puppies. Now, what was it that possessed my parents to adopt two two-month-old puppies at the same time? Well, one of them is technically for my grandparents' (who now live downstairs in our beautiful new Oregon home).
It takes two puppies to replace me. On the one hand, there's Murphy, the angelic poster-puppy. Perfect in almost every way (and no, I won't even pretend that that applies to me as well), Murphy is a handsome Brittany Spaniel. He learns quickly, and he's eager to please. An excellent companion-in -the-making.
And then there's Bogart. "Affectionately" known as Bogey. You may note the use of quotation marks. Bogey is, to be perfectly honest, a complete and total pain. He creates trouble because it amuses him to do so. Hounds are notoriously intelligent, stubborn, and individualistic. Maybe that's why Bogey reminds me so much of myself-- I like to be a pain too. And yes, he does bay. Loudly. Frequently. He's a Treeing Walker Coonhound... that's what they do. He treed his first squirrel a few weeks ago... enough said. But as much of a challenge as he may be, Bogey is one of the sweetest and most loving dogs I have ever had the good fortune to meet.
Our new family members have made themselves at home, although our other pets are still getting used to them. My cat, Licorice, wants nothing to do with the puppies. Something that they learned rather quickly. Prika, our other dog, is a bit intimidated by both of them, but is slowly beginning to adjust. Overall, it should be a good fit for everyone. Hopefully the pups won't forget me while I'm gone!
Now, the purpose of this blog is not merely to show off my darling puppies, but also to beg forgiveness for my lack of correspondence with a number of people over the past few months. My excuse? A combination of puppies, chaos, a few minor crises, and a couple major crises has made my summer most... memorable. I'm counting hours until I leave...
Well, the unthinkable has happened. I got a blog.
Now, before you start pointing and laughing-- or commenting that a place that shall remain unnamed must have frozen over-- please remember that I need some way to post pictures and make random comments. While I am abroad next year, I will regale you with tales of my adventures (there will be many, to be sure) and amuse and delight you with my (hopefully) witty commentary. Or something like that...
Since the beginning of this summer, I have helped my parents raise and train two lovely young puppies. Now, what was it that possessed my parents to adopt two two-month-old puppies at the same time? Well, one of them is technically for my grandparents' (who now live downstairs in our beautiful new Oregon home).
It takes two puppies to replace me. On the one hand, there's Murphy, the angelic poster-puppy. Perfect in almost every way (and no, I won't even pretend that that applies to me as well), Murphy is a handsome Brittany Spaniel. He learns quickly, and he's eager to please. An excellent companion-in -the-making.
And then there's Bogart. "Affectionately" known as Bogey. You may note the use of quotation marks. Bogey is, to be perfectly honest, a complete and total pain. He creates trouble because it amuses him to do so. Hounds are notoriously intelligent, stubborn, and individualistic. Maybe that's why Bogey reminds me so much of myself-- I like to be a pain too. And yes, he does bay. Loudly. Frequently. He's a Treeing Walker Coonhound... that's what they do. He treed his first squirrel a few weeks ago... enough said. But as much of a challenge as he may be, Bogey is one of the sweetest and most loving dogs I have ever had the good fortune to meet.
Our new family members have made themselves at home, although our other pets are still getting used to them. My cat, Licorice, wants nothing to do with the puppies. Something that they learned rather quickly. Prika, our other dog, is a bit intimidated by both of them, but is slowly beginning to adjust. Overall, it should be a good fit for everyone. Hopefully the pups won't forget me while I'm gone!
Now, the purpose of this blog is not merely to show off my darling puppies, but also to beg forgiveness for my lack of correspondence with a number of people over the past few months. My excuse? A combination of puppies, chaos, a few minor crises, and a couple major crises has made my summer most... memorable. I'm counting hours until I leave...
