Puppy Power

Prince Charming has a soft heart for little animals, especially dogs. Anytime he sees a pooch that seems to be lost (even if it's just a little too close to the road), he wants to bring it home.

I am not the bleeding heart that he is about these things.

That doesn't stop him from trying to convince me, though.

Since Southwest Louisiana is experiencing a severe drought, I figure rain is not a threat. 
The whole idea of Little Rover getting run over is a little disturbing to me, but I know better than to scoop up a vagabond dog and bring him home to Lexington.

There are two things in this world that Lexington does not like:

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 AND

Dust Remover: Spray Can of AIR for dusting keyboards; etc.

He is sure to let us know that he does not like these things because he does this whenever they are near:

"GET IT AWAY FROM ME!"

A year and a half ago, Prince Charming gave Lexington the best Christmas present ever- 
a new puppy.

Baby Abbey

She was a precious, welcomed addition to our little family. 

Because Lexington was named after a street near our house, we thought to name the new puppy after a street as well. 
So we did.

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Lexington was curious about this tiny thing, so he was very sweet to her and gave her all his toys.

Baby Abbey in her new bed.

He brought her all his toys, that is, except his monkey.

There are two things in this world that Lexington loves more than anything:

His sweaters

AND

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This monkey is Lexington's special friend. I gave Lexington this monkey when he was 8 weeks old and came home with me. 
He loves this monkey, and sometimes he even takes the liberty to "spank" it (if you know what I mean). 
Abbey is not allowed to play with his monkey-EVER.


Even though Lexington was sweet to Baby Abbey, he tried to stay as far away from her as possible.

"This is as close to her as I'm gonna get, so just take the picture already!"

But, she was so itsy bitsy that she didn't really care.

8 weeks old

As she grew, she started to change. 

Abbey- 8 months old

That's when we found out that she is part Yorkshire Terrier and part Miniature Schnauzer.  So, she didn't grow much bigger than Lexington, but now she is white and grey.

Abbey- 1 year old

She and Lexington are very different.

She does not like sweaters and pouts if I put one on her.

"I'm not talking to you until you take this thing off me."

She tries to rip the limbs from Lexington's monkey.

"Give it to me!"/ "No! I had it first!"

Lexington likes to go for rides and will do anything to get to come along

"I'm going, too."

- even if it means being a stow away in Prince Charming's guitar case.

"If I hide my face, they can't see me."

Abbey doesn't like to ride in the truck; it makes her sick.

"I never want to even SEE that truck again!"

Lexington likes to be alone sometimes and hides out in his kennel.

No Abbey's allowed!

Abbey likes to get be around us all the time.

Hey! Play with me! Pick me up! Look at me!

Although they have very different personalities, they love each other.

These two are a hand full, much like having furry children that bark. So, Prince Charming and I agreed that two is enough.

I'm somewhat jealous of Prince Charming's amazing ability to sleep through anything.

Even though the "agreement" was more like my proclamation of being a pet parent to only two pups- no more, I thought we had an understanding.

So, you can imagine my surprise when Prince Charming came home from work the other day.

Puzzled as to what he had to show me, I followed him to his car, and this is what I saw:

Oh, he had an explanation alright, and it was a good one, too.

This was not a particularly pleasant surprise for me, but I could see his dilemma and agreed with his decision to save the puppy.
BUT-

And he understood.

So, we made some posters to put up in the gas stations and on the electric poles around his job.

Being good Samaritans can be challenging sometimes.

And, so began our week of trials and tribulations.

Day 1:

No phone call to claim the puppy, so....

Day 2:

PET GATE in the hallway

Which caused the following result:

-all day and all night

I held my breath, but still no phone call to claim her...

Day 3:

I prayed to "eight pound, five ounce baby Jesus," but no one called to claim her.

Day 4:

Another day of howling

I wrote a letter to Santa (I've been really good this year), but sadly my phone did not ring.

Day 5:

More howling

I threw a penny in the fountain at the mall, but the little puppy was not claimed.

Day 6:

More rerun episodes of howling

I called Family Radio, but Harold Camping predicted that no one would call. Surprisingly, he finally got one right. No one called.

Day 7:

QUIET

No more howling

From watching Natural Born Killers, I know silence isn't always a good thing.

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Sure enough, the puppy was up to no good.

This is what I saw-

 

"You know, you could give me a hand here instead of taking pictures!"

"Wow, I'm pretty high up here!"

"Gotta make it... gotta make it..."

"Oh yeah, I'm outta here!"

JAIL BREAK

I made a wish upon a star, but ne'er a single call.

Day 8:

I had a master plan.

And so it was that a student wanted the puppy.

Now, she is living happily ever after on a farm in Louisiana.

Even though she annoyed him, I still catch Lexington waiting for her return.