Fang’s Folly (revisited)

Well, that didn’t take long. Meet Jacob, so named by the 10-year-old son of the lady I bought him from today (in Paradise, California, I shit you not). It was also first-runner-up to The Boy’s name when we were deciding what we’d call him. And if Jacob from Lost does turn out to be evil, we can start calling the new pup Jake.



It’s a win/win/win. Except that he’s already crapped on my office carpet. Good news? He didn’t crap in the car on the 2-hour ride back to Christmas Island!


The best part is, when The Missus gets home from her parents’, where she fled in grief for having to give up our previous dog, she will be happy. She’s happy already.

She’s been lobbying pretty relentlessly for a new dog, and sooner rather than later. And while she lobbied, she remained sad and sadness settled over the house.

I realized I had a big problem to fix and the only thing that would work was throwing a puppy at it. Having done so, the forecast for life on the homefront is sunny and warm… but full of pee and poo again, now that we’ve finally got The Boy just about housebroken. Oh but it’ll be a small price to pay to bring happy back to the house.



He’s so cute. He’s curled up on the floor next to my feet as I type this. It’s his first night without his littermates (there were three pups left when I arrived to get him) and I suspect it may be a long one. I tried earlier to put him in Obi’s cage (after I washed it out), which produced a grating, incessant, high-pitched yipping, like if you fast-forwarded The View with the sound turned up.

Like I said, whatever I do, it’s gonna be a long night.

My caveat regarding getting a new dog this early (which I admit—on paper—could reasonably be characterized as “hasty,” or “ill-considered”) was that any new dog had to come from a litter, not a pound or a rescue organization. This dog, young Jacob, comes with no previously installed bad wiring. Tonight will be the first emotional trauma of his life, and I will be there to install the buttons I will spend the rest of his life pushing.

It’s good to be king again.