Okay. The other thing worth mentioning is the puppy.
Kelly left a wonderful comment in reply to Gravity's kind comment asking about the dog... Thanks, Kels. It's nice to think we're not just mooning over our new puppy, he really is a sweetie.
This is Kelso and Tadaki.
It's hard to get a good perspective on how big Kelso is without a person next to him. He looks small next to Tadaki, but Tadaki's a regular sized lab... and he is closer to the camera. Tadaki looks pretty big there.
Naming our puppy was a pain. He was 'Good Boy!' and "Puppy" for a week. The girls were so excited to take him to show and tell, but I insisted we couldn't take him until he had a name. They were voting for food names, "Waffle" was a front runner for a while, followed by "Caramel," and "Maple." Hubby was voting traditional names. I think Scout was his front runner.
I was voting Scottish names. I found a website that was quite helpful. Had I not been completely voted down, he would have been named "Tavish" but in retrospect that wouldn't be as good to bellow across the dog park. Not enough good vowel sounds. And Thing 1 didn't like it because it sounds like "Radish" and she doesn't like radishes.
Kelso is the name of a town in Scotland, close to the English border. I don't know if I've ever been there, but I liked the word. I don't watch "That 70s Show" so I didn't know until after we'd pretty much settled on it that it is also Ashton Kutcher's character on the show. Oh well.
It looks like he's wearing one of those weird elizabethan ruffle collars there.
So the funny story is I'm not the only one who had trouble naming their dog. Also, Kelso isn't the only collie on the block. It's kind of strange that I had such a hard time finding collie puppies in the state, which helped my indecision about a dog (yeah I like them, but we have to pay $350 to ship it here!), yet there is a full grown one two houses away. People (including the owners of the other collie in the neighborhood) have told me that Kelso is the first collie puppy they've ever seen. You don't find them a lot around here. Maybe because they're big, comparatively, for the little houses in this neighborhood? But I saw a Great Pyranees puppy Trick or Treating, and we play with a Bull Mastiff puppy on the playground, so who knows.
But back to the dog naming. The other collie, who hopefully we'll have puppy playdates with someday when Kelso is big enough to hold his own and not just get mauled like he was the first visit, is named Windex. Yep. Why Windex, you ask?
Because they had named him Simba after he got all of his body shaved but his head - he was a rescue dog and was a mess when they got him the only way to deal with it was to shave him. But the name just wasn't fitting. She said they eat dinner on the glass topped coffee table sometimes, and she left something on the table only to come back and find it completely disappeared, and not only were there no crumbs, but the dog was thoroughly cleaning the table. She told him, "You're better than Windex!" He threw his head back, and grinned, and she knew he'd found his name.
We weren't nearly so dramatic. I basically got tired of looking for names, Kelso seemed as reasonable as anything else... "He Who Must Not Be Named," or "Voldemort" for short was brilliant on the part of my brother in law, but it wasn't sticking. "Quandry" was a possibility, but seemed a little odd... And I wasn't coming up with anything else. So Kelso it is.
There. A big ramble about dog names. Your reward for reading this far is another photo.
He's not dirty, his white ruff just doesn't go all the way around. It kind of brown-grays out on his left. We'll just have to see what he looks like when he grows into his coat.
We kind of settled on collies because they were one of the bigger dogs I had been considering, and Hubby likes big dogs. I've also really liked them ever since Lassie, though the only ones I'd ever seen in person were a couple of old ones I saw once when I was in High School, and then a few glimpses of my neighbors when we were walking.
To give you some perspective of how big he is... here is a shot with the girls on Halloween. remember he's 3 months old. His father was 100 pounds. We'll see how big he gets.
I don't want to be one of those people who has no life outside of their pet - NOT THAT THERE's ANYTHING WRONG WITH THAT... so I hope to not ramble on too much about him in the future. But I feel I deserve a little rambling, since he's relieved himself on my floor more days than he hasn't... I can be a little obsessed since most of my indoor time is watching him, or sniffing after him.