A little background here:
Judy’s sister, Kathy, whom I used to love until two weeks ago, sent Judy and me an email talking about a Rescue Brittany (which is, apparently a pointer – not a spaniel) named Max who lives in our little town in the middle of nowhere and needs to be adopted and do we know anybody who wants to adopt a dog?…
Unfortunately, included with the email was a web site.. And the website has pictures.. Of Max…
Equally unfortunate is the fact that Judy actually went into the web site and looked at the pictures… Of Max… He’s cute… And he has Brittany eyes that say – well, you know what dogs’ eyes say…
At any rate, Judy started talking about Max a lot.. The next thing I knew, there were two contractors knocking at the door to measure for and quote on a fence in part of the yard… Then she went to meet Max… She took Max for a walk. (Apparently Max has no problem walking, even though he is nine years old. In fact, Judy had a hard time keeping up with him.)
And then Judy filled out adoption papers…
And now the adoption people are going to come out to our house and inspect, but they are going to wait until the fence is in…
Max is a friendly dog, and loves people, other dogs and even cats…
And he actually points…
(As mentioned in Chapter 24 of my ongoing bio, We have a cat named Panther, and while I’m quite certain that Max will get along with her, I am not at all certain that Panther will get along with Max. She is not used to friendly dogs… I wonder if it would freak her out if Max ever pointed at her…)
End of background…
Beginning of conversation…
Judy was comfortably situated in her favorite place on the sofa in the family room with Panther sitting on her lap and we were discussing her trip. At some point, I made a hissing sound, imitating Panther the Vicious. Somehow, Panther was startled by this and jumped from Judy’s lap to the back of the sofa…
Judy was trying to calm her down…
“Don’t be scared Panther – I’ll protect – you can trust me…”
“You’re buying a dog.”
“Oh yeah…”
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