Big 'ol Sappy Me

I'm a big 'ol softy. Really. I am.

...oh, you want proof? Okay.

I need to preface this a bit. I hate little yappy dogs, or "punt" dogs, as I've heard them called. They're usually simpering, annoying little things that belong to older people, who treat them like children. I've only had one dog in my life, and her name was Prissy. (No one, including me, seems to know how or why we named her that, so don't ask.) I had her for most of my life, and I loved her, and then when I hit my teenage years, I became more interested in girls than the faithful little lady who'd stuck with me, and loved me unconditionally. I didn't realize what I had until she was gone.

She got cancer, and we had her put down. I didn't even go. I never said goodbye, and it haunts me to this day.

Now, I'm getting a puppy. I'm getting a ten week old Pekingese puppy. I'm getting a ten week old blind Pekingese puppy.

...and I'm so excited it hurts.

I've already bought him a little spiked collar. I'm addicted and pathetic, and I don't even have the little guy yet.

His name is Poe. If anyone has seen the movie Wonderboys, they would know why. (It's a great movie, if you haven't seen it.) He has a gray head, and then his middle is white, and his end is black.

He's freakin' adorable, and the blindness just makes him irresistable. Apparently, one eye didn't form right, and the other has some sort of problem/infection/painful condition where he can't see. They're going to take the eyes out, and sew his eyelids shut.

My poor little puppy. He has a pedigree, though. That's pretty spifty.

See, my sister raises puppies as a business, (though she gets darn attached to most of them too, I think). She's ethical, and loves the little things. She's not some scuzzy puppy mill runner. So, with Poe's problems, she can't sell him anyway, and so when we were there on Christmas, I was playing with the Pekingese puppies she was keeping in a pen in the house.

(They were in the house because they're small, and have had to be hand-fed, I think...or something like that.)

She showed me Poe, my heart melted, and then my puppy dog looks combined with the real puppy's sad looks made my wife's heart melt.

Now we're getting a puppy.

Heck, I don't even know if puppies are allowed in this apartment, but honestly, I don't care right now. If we have to move, then we will. We want to get a house, even as a rental, anyway, so maybe it'll push us to do so.

See? Told you I'm a big softy.