meet willie

it's no secret that dabney and i have been longing for a new pooch to spoil. it has been nearly 2 years since our beloved feidler passed away and not a day has gone by that i don't think about him. in the last few months, those thoughts have expanded to the possibility of a new dog roaming our space, drooling on the floors, and sleeping on our feet.

whenever a dog is in the vicinity, our attention is lost - especially if it's a big oafish lug of a dog (that's what we're used to). in our spare time, we talk about springers, great danes, italian spinones, german shorthair pointers, bloodhounds, and rottweilers. we'll slow our car down just to watch a cute one pass. if there's a shelter event, we'll go just to pet them. occasionally, we'll even visit our architect just to play with his adorable saint bernard.

today, dabney and i might have made the mistake of visiting a dog in a local shelter. it was love at first sight.

meet, willie, the world's largest lap dog.




cute, no?

there is only one problem: willie is a ladies' man... exclusively.

not that this would be a real issue in his immediate surroundings. in fact, when the shelter staff heard we are a female couple - their response, "OH PERFECT!" -- a rare occasion when gay adoption is the preferred situation.

even in our all-female household, not liking men presents many a problem.  we have many men in our lives who would be paying regular visits, namely my dad and brother-in-law  --  not to mention, jack, our boys in boston, and one cowboy in texas.   there is also the possibility of a mailman, male neighbors, and innocent male bystanders on our daily walks.

because of his enormity, if he were to be aggressive, could we even physically restrain him?
his history means he'd need a lot of training and time, is this something we could take on?
we are still facing a month and half before we're in our house. could my mom handle the additional presence of a 100 lbs. saint bernard?

look at that face.

we're weighing this one heavily.

more soon...