So yes, let’s just get this out of the way early: We have a dog now, and I’m going to talk about her incessantly. You’ll have to forgive me because 1. She’s the first proper pet I’ve had, and 2. She’s cuter than all other dogs combined. Also, she’s way cuter than everyone’s dumb kids. (Sorry about your kids.)
My girlfriend and I had talked about getting a dog forever, but kept putting it off until some undefined period down the road when we, I don’t know, had more money, or were better able to handle the responsibility or something. I think we were making excuses to some degree. Finally, a couple months ago, Roberta asked me how I felt about just going for it and becoming puppy parents. I hesitated briefly, but then I remembered how much I love giving belly rubs to little fuzzy weirdos.
That’s Stella. She’s 2 years old, and we were told that she’s a Yellow Lab/Terrier mix. We’re pretty sure she’s got some Whippet in her, too; she’s very sleek and slender. She was a stray on the streets of Puerto Rico until she was rescued at 4 months old, and she’s been living in a foster home ever since. Her given name is Gatubela, and it wasn’t until after we decided to change her name that we found out this means “catwoman,” which is fucking adorable.
Needless to say, it’s taking our girl some time to adjust to life in NYC. Everything is VERY LOUD AND SCARY to her, but I suspect she’ll eventually just tune all that shit out like the rest of us have. It’s really only a matter of time before she’s just another Brooklynite complaining about the G train, blowing all her money on Ubers, and blaming everything on de Blasio (aka Mayor Tall). I’m trying to enjoy this time before she’s too cool and jaded for me to give her lots of forehead kisses in public.