When we finally get there, we find our dear little Adelaide dominating her two stockier brothers. It turns out that she is the alpha dog in the pack. She's also the only one with her coloring (the other three were white with brown spots). She took right to us, letting us hold her and following us around. In the past week, we've realized this is not her usual reaction to strangers. Anyway, after an hour of talking with the breeder, loading her crate and a fifty pound bag of dog food (That's a whole lot of dog food, by the way- and it's only supposed to last her a month and a half), we started the trip back home. On the way, we passed the statur of Sam Houston, and again paid our respects.
Seven hours later, we get to Joe's house, where Adelaide promptly peed on his yard because he never answers his phone. Along the way Adelaide never once whined, cried, peed or threw up. It was a huge success. We let her run around at the Ibanezes' for a while, and then she ate Keith Fischborn's car, because it is so tiny. Then, even though I'd long since lost all feeling in my butt, we got back in the car and headed for Tulsa.
We finally arrived home at 11:30 at night. Our arduous journey made me realize a few things about life. First, fifteen hours is way, way too long to spend driving a car. Second, one of the greatest things about living in Tulsa is that when you past that last QuikTrip in Dallas, you don't panic, because you know that you live just down the street from one. And finally, our dog is freaking awesome.
Here's a picture of her, expect more soon:
2 comments:
Did you make an offering of the finest pickings from your first harvest at the Sam Houston statue? Pretty much standard for us Texans.
I hate your availability to QT. But I'm impressed at your commitment to go get this dog. She better be awesome.
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