So I was looking on petfinder.com because I figured I didn't have enough life forms to take care, so I why not take on another one, right? Right. And I found Chester. Jay has already started calling him Chester the Molester because that is what EVERYONE thinks of when they hear the name Chester. Besides, I don't need a dog with a name that has CHEST in it. If we do keep him, his name will be Marley, because I just finished Marley and Me (and cried like a fucking baby through the last few chapters because I am the biggest weeny ever) and I love the name. I also love me some Bob Marley. It all works.
Chester/Marley is a beagle/dachshund mix. Doesn't he look like he would be huge. Well, he's not.
Look at those itty bitty legs. And by getting another one with itty bitty legs, it means I can stay in the small/shy dog area of the dog parks.
Marley, I mean, Chester is 2 and fully loaded with his stuff. I don't even have to whack his balls off. Charlie goes in for that, BTW, at the end of the month. He is going to hate me for awhile. He still hasn't fully forgiven me for the last vet encounter. And then in October, just after he's forgotten the ball whacking dilemma, he goes in for all his shots again. Poor thing can't catch a break.
It is not a for-sure thing with Chester though. The foster mom still hasn't called me back (bitch) and I haven't talked to my mom yet either. She was, a few months ago, going to buy us another Bichon for $450, so I'm hoping she'll be willing to get us a less expensive dog instead. The fact that we won't have to spend $65 a month to groom him is a huge thing for us. Charlie is pretty spendy.
Once we are contacted, we arrange to meet him on his turf and then have a 1 week trial at our house. It is then decided if Chester is were he needs to be and if we are a good fit for each other. I know the kids will fall in love with him. But the last hurdle comes in the form of my husband.
Jay is very pessimistic when it comes to Chester/Marley. He isn't that keen on the idea of being the part-owner of 2 rambunctious dogs. Hell, he wasn't that keen on our kids either. But like them and Charlie, I'm sure he'll take a liking to him and let him stay.
If not, I'll whine and cry and eventually get my way. Or I could be a grown-up about the whole thing and kick him into submission. Yeah, that may work.