Goodness, I have so many things to tell you.
Okay, so first of all, Edsel is NOT a Snowflake relative. I just happened to be looking on pet rescue sites this week, and I just happened to see his big-eared self online. Then the next day I looked again, because I was smitten with those earses.
So then, who knows how it happened, next thing you know old Jed's a millionaire and I am filling out an application and they actually checked my REFERENCES and then all of a sudden they called and said, "You can come get this puppy if you want him."
If I WANT him? Have you met me?
So, he was at a rescue place in Mt. Airy, which is about an hour away, and it's the town that Mayberry was based on, from the Andy Griffith Show. Edsel's mom is a white German shepherd, and they think his dad was a Lab. There was a Lab and an Akita hanging around, so they aren't sure who did the deed, but look at him.
Is there any Akita in this dog? I love this picture, because everyone looks miserable but me.
So, we schleped out to a city outside Mt. Airy, because the foster mom was nice enough to travel a little, and waited for the dog at this place:
Pretty! Edsel is from a picturesque town.
So, the stupid guy who owned the German shepherd mom got all mad that his dog got pregnant. HELLO! How about neutering, you maroon. Or spaying. Whichev. I can never remember who gets what. Still. FIX YOUR DOG. Arsey. Anyway, he didn't want the pups which is how they got to the rescue place.
Edsel is too skinny. He's emaciated, really. I will take him to the vet, but he has been dewormed and had his first shots already.
His feets are currently the same size as Talu's. Does this mean he's gonna be Talu-sized, or bigger than Talu?
Anyway, Marvin INSISTED on naming him Mantooth, which I really did not want to do, and I am glad we both liked Edsel.
Francis had the reaction I thought he would. I loved the commenter who asked if there was an even angrier chair for Fran, but you see he found an angry shelf.
And guess who else is ticked off? Surprisingly? Henry.
I thought he'd be just fine, because Tallulah raised him. But he's all puffy and also huffy.
Talu barked like a madwoman when we met her down the street. "Oh, hello, Talu. I just happen to be holding this puppy. What say we all stroll into the house?"
But you know what? After five minutes, she was fine.
It was hard for me to get a picture, because Edsel wants to be on me at all times, so all the pictures are taken from the vantage point of three inches away.
Anyway, this morning we all went outside and Talu wanted to play play play with Edsel, who after bugging Talu all night then was scared of Talu's bigness.
Tallulah looks so HUGE and DIGNIFIED all of a sudden!
We all slept together in the same bed, which was a delight.
Including Winston, who as usual has no issue at all with a new dog coming in. He always just greets dogs with no qualms. I love Winston.
So I figure Henry will get over it. Francis never will, but Francis never gets over anything. He's still mad that we moved away from LA in 2007.
Oh, yeah. I wanted to show you his ludicrously splayed tail.
He had to wear Tallulah's old puppy collar, how humiliatin', till we went to PetSmart today.
Where I managed to spent nine hundred thousand dollars on a collar and leash that match my old blog, with the red and baby blue.
And some baby blue bowls. Baby blue is Edsel's signature color.
Right now he is finally gonna nap, I think, on his signature color couch. He woke me up at 6 a.m. by pulling on my pajama sleeve. Nice. And he was PERKY! All day! No stopping this dog! Nope!
Oh! And he FETCHES! He already fetches! Tallulah just runs for the ball and then leaps around the yard, keeping it away from you. I am excited to have a dog who fetches.
I guess that is all I have to tell you for now. Marvin is OBSESSED with him, and I can't help but think of what a fussbudget he was about a new puppy. Now he's over there constantly saying, "Ohhh! Oh-hohooo! Look at him! Look at the puppy! Ohhh!"
Hmph!
Okay. That was my puppy report.
