Friday, November 21, 2014

A Dog in the Hand is Worth Doodoo in the Bush

Having bidden a sad farewell to RatDog (Edgar) earlier this year, and having also bidden a reluctant farewell to my full-time job at Big Brother, Inc., neither Beloved nor I expected to be getting a new dog anytime soon.

[Editor's Note: Yes, indeed...I am currently in job transition. Having spent the most-recent 7 years as a top performing technical writer on the world's second-largest computer network, I excel at collaborating with subject matter experts to produce audience-appropriate communications, including user manuals, work instructions, and FAQs. Interested employers can see my LinkedIn profile by clicking here.]

But get a new dog we whose mother is a PomChi (Pomeranian/Chihuahua mix) and whose father is a teacup Chihuahua. In other words, this little puppy is probably not going to get an awful lot bigger.

In the above Skype-generated photo, the fuzzy image to the left is my smiling face and the fuzzy image to the right is the furry, four-footed non-feline feces factory known in these here parts as MarcoSansPolo (MSP). And yes...that IS my hand MSP is standing on.

We didn't really realize how small MSP is until we brought him home for the first time, set him on the floor, and lost him in the nap of our carpet.

Sunday afternoon, we were hosting a big meal for our kids and the family of ActorBoy's fiance, AbbeySeeinYa. The biggest laugh of the day came when the other dad in the room saw MSP for the first time and said, "I don't know whether to pet it or set a trap for it." 

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