Sandy and I dog-sat for her oldest son last week. It wasn't a problem because we've done it before. Tigger, our Doberman Pincer, gets along very well with Taco. They had a good time together-too good. I could see trouble coming when Sandy said, "Look at the fun they're having. We need to get Tigger a little sister to play with."
Now I've been fixed (not that I was actually broken), so I knew she wasn't talking about an up-tick in our love life. There's no baby in our future. From her constant perusal of Dog Rescue sites on the Internet, it was apparent she was thinking about getting another dog. Her interruptions into my vital blogging time, to show me photo after photo of different Weimaraners, was another subtle clue.
The next thing I know, we are on our way to take a look at Isabell. Izzy turned out to be a lovely, blue, fifteen month old Weimaraner. Our initial meeting should have been a clue. Izzy saw two strangers walk into her house and greeted us in what we learned is her usual manner. From across the room she let out a joyous bark and came charging. With tail wagging, ears flopping and an obvious smile on her face, she launched herself from about five feet away. Her front paws hit my solar plexus with roughly the same impact as a Mike Tyson knockout punch. When she saw I was turning purple and couldn't pet her, she abandoned me, jumped up on Sandy and tried to show her that she was the most important, wonderful person in the world.
Once I was able to breathe again I had a chance to look into Izzy's bluish-amber eyes. Almost hidden in their depths, I could see the intelligence residing there. . . or was it insanity? It's hard to tell when looking at a moving object, and Izzy was always a moving object.
Izzy's, "I've been waiting to meet you all my life, I love you, I love you, I love you!" greeting was enough to sell Sandy. I was a little more reserved and decided to talk to Izzy's owners to learn more. Barb and John were nice people-honest people. Barb said that the economy had forced her to return to work. With both of them working, they hated to have to leave Izzy caged all day (that was a clue). They had two other dogs which were not kept caged (that was another clue). Barb said that Izzy has a lot of energy and wears the other dogs out when she is running free (another clue). John laughed and said, "Yes, she's incessant" (another clue). Like I said, they're honest people.
Did you ever look up 'incessant' in a dictionary? The Encarta online dictionary
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