Buddy-ful

The new puppy has been with us a week. He’s gorgeous but very different to Tongi in every respect. This guy has a definite mind of his own and will be something of a challenge to train. Like all puppies, though, he’s eager to please.

I think he’s smarter than Tongi but he doesn’t have the same energy levels or sense of fun. The upside of this is that he’s better behaved. He’s much more independent and “grown-up” than poor Tongi ever was. He’s a one-man dog and and has well and truly latched on to the Dreamboat. (They’re a bit alike, to tell you the truth. I suspect the same could’ve been said of Tongi and me.)

He’s only four-and-a-half months old and beautiful-looking, with his part Boxer, part Rhodesian Ridgeback heritage. He’ll be a big dog. He has the Boxer build, coat and black face but he doesn’t have the usual wrinkles. I wanted to call him Botox. The Dreamboat responded quite negatively to this. When challenged to come up with alternatives that were every bit as fun and creative as my own, the list he produced was, quite frankly, fucking gay. Hence, the name bestowed on puppy by the pet haven — Buddy — has stuck.

Of course, he’s fascinated with Buffy, the cat. (The fact that there’s only one consonant’s difference in their names hasn’t escaped me, which is why I STILL THINK BOTOX WOULD’VE BEEN A GREAT NAME, HUSBAND OF MINE). He frisks around her, barking his puppy bark and you know what she’s thinking just by looking at her: I’d only just managed to teach that other freak who’s boss around here and now I’ve got to start the whole fucking process again with THIS cocky little bastard. I’ll claw his frigging eyes out, so help me Cat God, I will.

My cat is a foul-mouthed little guttersnipe. Please accept my apologies. And I’ll put up some photos of Buddy soon.

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