I introduce the newest Froth. Dot. Dot is a rescue Yellow Lab. Mr. Froth had been going around my back the previous week. He's good at surprises like that. He had met the local dog park board officer, who gave him his card, and told him "We'll find you a Lab."
Beebs demise broke our heart. But, as the months passed, I tried to convince Mr. Froth that we needed to get another puppy at some point, preferably after the first of the year.
Last Sunday I had gone to the store and arrived back home to see Mr. Froth conversing with a former dog-walking acquaintance on our front porch. She had her newish Golden Retriever, Blue, with her. As I came onto the porch a bogusey-sounding conversation ended in mid-stream when I mentioned to her that I'd been trying to convince him, etc. etc. etc.
She said, "You can continue this conversation later. Uh. Never mind.You know nothing."
Hmmm. So, we go over to meet the fabulous new neighbors, who have two itty bitty kidlets and are walking back to our house when Mr. Froth's phone rings and he says, "I'll get this. Move along." Okay. Bogus with a capital Bogus, since as how we don't know any Jeanies in person here.
Then he has to "go to the store." He "goes to the store" and comes back with nothing.
Me: "So, what'd you get at the store?"
Mr. Froth: "giggle"
Now, I'm just waiting to get into the loop, which I was gotten into later.
The dog friend had a neighbor who was fostering rescue Labs, who knew the head of the rescue Lab group here (by the way, it's apparently the largest, or one of the largest, in the nation--most of the Labs are shipped to the northeast, mainly New Jersey, because they can't breed doggies there or require immediate spaying, whatever-y'all may know something about this). A mom dog and entire litter had been split up between foster families, and two girlies were available to adopt.
We visited the two Sunday night and the first one, while sweet, was clearly in love with the resident 4-year old Lab (and we thought she should stay there and think she will be adopted there) and the second one, Dot, was with her sister and a cool family with teenage/tween boys and a Beagle. Nice NICE people. Wonderful people. The dad is a huge Lab person although doesn't have one now, and they all were sad when Dot came to us. But, happy that we got her, because they knew she had to be adopted. The sons cried. We told them, "Come on over and visit!" They thought we were good people.
We got Dot Thursday (I named her Dot because I like Dot. I tried to think of queenly names to continue the tradition of "King" from BB and Elvis, but nothing resonated. Dot did.) She has kennel cough so still needs her final puppy shots.
She's 13 weeks this weekend. She's spayed already (they do that with rescue Labs to protect from weirdos puppymilling) and her tummy is fine.
She is the BEST. She is AWESOME. She is beautiful. She is smart. And sweet. She's a lover/snorgler. She slept through the night?!?!? She's only had a couple of accidents inside. She and Merv are almost wrestling buddies. They're still hesitant but nose kissing has occurred.
I don't know how we lucked out.
Here she is: