I am sitting here in a rather regrettable hotel room, about 100 miles from Dallas, listening to a train loudly announce its presence just outside my window. And it’s 5:30. And that would be a.m.
Why would I submit myself to such torture?
Well, we are about to add a new member to the family. Without either of the boys’ knowledge, we are on our way to pick up our labradoodle puppy this morning. Before anyone can raise an objection about getting the dog from a breeder, I feel I should add that my younger son, of “Sundays” fame is allergic to dogs and so our choices were limited (labradoodles come close to being hypo-allergenic).
Getting a dog was one of the conditions for them agreeing to move to Texas (the other was that each would get their own room–not the shrewdest negotiators), and after just over a year living here, their mother finally relented and allowed the acquisition to go through.
As I said, neither of the boys have the slightest idea (and I am banking that neither of them read my blog–a safe bet since I rarely have Youtube videos of me performing incredibly acts [they do not find sabering all that incredibly amusing]), and we hope to surprise them when they get home from school.
We have not yet chosen the puppy, but here is the photo–which would you choose (the one in the middle is off-limits–it is a male dog and my wife refuses to allow any more boys into the house). We also have yet to choose a name. I think it should be somehow wine related, my wife is less-inclined. Here are some of the choices:
- Mailly (one of our favorite towns in Champagne)
- Bouchon (French for “cork”)
I guess it is obvious which are my choices and which are those of my wife. So let me know what you think!