What I hadn't mentioned on Tuesday was the full story about the vet visit.
While I was in the waiting room and Lana was socializing with the other dogs there, the vet came out and placed this tiny shivering thing in my lap.
Turned out it was a chihuahua she had rescued, about 7 years old, very little hair (she's being treated for mange), very waggy tail, and weighing a whopping 1.8 pounds.
I've never seen a tiny yet full-grown dog like that!
The vet was hoping we could give the little lady a home, and I just thought: "Oh boy!"
Well, not quite, because I can't repeat here which words I really thought - just about the last thing we need is another dog, but this little girl was so cute, and in my mind I had already named her Sophie - never a good sign!
I mean for the willpower, not for the dog, of course!
Since I couldn't spring another animal on Tom I said I'd send him by the next day to take a look so he could decide. And be the bad guy, of course.
He went for a short visit yesterday, and when he called me I didn't dare ask what the verdict was. He talked about other things first, while I was stepping from one foot to the other wishing he'd finally mention the subject since I didn't want to rush him. Being afraid of the answer could have had something to do with it too.
After what seemed ages he said that he'd visited the mangy runt, and yes, we'd bring it home.
You just gotta love that guy!
The next step was to go into overdrive and plan this out.
Since we've learned a lot from Lana, and nobody knows if Sophie is potty trained, I bought a rabbit playpen we can put her in when we're gone (we're hardly ever gone and we'll make it real comfortable too), because if she pees in the house, Lana will want to mark over and we'll have the vicious cycle going on here.
Sophie also doesn't like walking on a leash so I bought one of those rabbit harnesses until we can get her a real one.
Barb from the chihuahua rescue has already offered to hook us up with some stuff since you can't buy accessories for XXXS dogs at Walmart.
I'm a little worried that Sophie will be terrified of the cats, and that Lana might be too rambunctious since the old girl has decided to transform into a spring chicken every time I come home from work.
That's a good thing since it gets her nice and excercised - and tired, for that matter, but I'll have to watch her closely around tiny Sophie.
I'll go pick her up tomorrow after work and then we'll see what happens.
Somebody help me, I've actually become Paris Hilton!
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