A Name for the New Guy

We continue trying out names for our foster dog, who came to us as "Blaze". We are now at "Leo" which is a family name, my mother's father's family name, in fact. That's my brother's middle name, too, and since his little dachsund Fonz was given my middle name, Louise, it only seems fair to return the favor. Leo is a beautiful little iggy, with a pointy nose now, and a handsome stance.

Taylor and I have had a soft kitty girls' afternoon (yesterday) where the rough and tumble boy dogs were kept away from us. We snuggled in a white comforter and napped and read. Taylor and I are reading "How Fiction Works" by James Wood and getting some good ideas for honing the writing in our novel and also becoming literary critics.

Yesterday, Kathy and I took the boys on a car ride, first to the dog park, and then to an old neighborhood of mine, Holly Park. The boys slept all through the latter, but were very awake at dog park time. We managed to be there during the one sun break in the day. The old neighborhood has changed drastically and I felt like an outsider as we drove by my old school.

Kathy continues to take out the pups and they are making us proud, pooping all over the property. They both adore Kathy and want to sit by her all of the time. They jump on my lap and yesterday had two actual dog fights on my lap.