I went to visit last Sunday, to see what Noah was all about, and my friend came out of her house with him wrapped in a towel, having just given him a flea bath. He looked like a sharp-nosed baby with yellow eyes and droopy ears.
Lou's interest was piqued immediately. His expression jumped about 13,000 levels of Alert and when Lisa set Noah on the ground, they at once set about Dog-Ass-69ing each other. No growls. No yelps. No snaps. All good signs. Lisa's husband opened up the gate to the backyard and the two canines shot into the open green, Lou bow-slapping at Noah and Noah, eventually, torpedoing Lou, going in low, always moving forward, always under Lou's feet. I laughed. Lou, 70 pounds, looked like a Great Dane compared to the 35-pound Noah.
I shook my head. Noah? No. The kid looked like an Oliver, to me. Louie and Olly. It has a certain ring to it.
So. The plan is to stop by this coming weekend and take Oliver and give him a good home. I wonder, though, does anyone out there have any second-dog advice? Or, better yet, does anyone out there have any second-dog horror stories?
Oliver seems to be--and I'm told that he is--a sweet dog. And Lou needs a buddy. I tend to be a somewhat-neglectful asshole sometimes. (Albeit a loving asshole. God. That sounded bad. An asshole that loves...I'll stop whilst I'm behind. Whoops!) Anyway, is this a mistake or a boon for both Lou and me?