This morning started off like any ordinary morning. I ate some Marshmallow Avalanche (“healthy” Lucky Charms). I complained about my coffee not being ready in a timely manner. I kissed my husband and sent him off to win the bread. And I went for a run. When I saw that the weather was a gorgeous 69 degrees, I tearfully let go of my plans to lackadaisically watch Millionaire Matchmaker on the treadmill and took it outdoors.
Ugh. Four miles into my workout, I ran into another one of these ominous coyote signs. It was by houses. And near a rather busy road. I’d like to say that I braved it, but really I took a picture and turned right around. I had a fleeting thought that if Boyd was with me I would’ve forged ahead. Not because Boyd would protect me! Only because if we were confronted by a menacing coyote Boyd would certainly play the fool and I’d be able to run away!! Laugh all you want at my cowardice. I know I am a huge pansy. But I am extremely unlucky!
My running app says I ran 6.4 miles in 45 minutes – a 7:01 pace. Stupid app. I know that’s not true. Look at my face. I’m smiling! Sure I felt like lying on the floor when I got home, but if I can muster a grin there’s no way I ran a 10k in less than 45 minutes (I’d look more like this disgusting sweaty mess)! I think I lost signal for a while on the path and something weird happened. Unfortunately, my baby Garmin‘s resurrection was only temporary and it’s back to extreme battery failure again. I’ll have to check my routes on DailyMile.
It was this afternoon that it hit me! I WANT A PUPPY! Everyone here has a dog. To the point where I even miss the Boykin. A little. A tiny bit. I’ve been wanting a Vizsla for almost a year although I started to reconsider when I grew annoyed with Boyd’s rebellious spirit.
How could you resist a picture of a Vizsla snowshoeing? (via Fusion Vizslas) I would like to present the argument that a Vizsla would help me face winter. After all, I have done my research. Vizslas need TONS of exercise (just like me), winter months included!
I don’t actually want a puppy. I’d rather rescue a dog from a shelter. I found a 2-year-old girl nearby. I’m not going to show her to you because I don’t want you to STEAL her. Do you think I can talk Kevin into it? I mean. My birthday is coming up. SOON!
I’ve been enjoying reading the descriptions of dogs in shelters. This one was by far my fave:
She is outgoing and friendly and a body slamming party animal with other dogs.
Body slamming party animal!!!! I love that. That’s actually just how Boyd acts with my family’s Husky! I know Boyd would get along fine with another dog, and he would probably enjoy the company. And now would be a GREAT time to adopt a new dog into the family since I have a lot of free time! All of the houses/apartments we are looking into are pet friendly as well.
Maybe part of this puppy fever was inspired by a book I picked up at the library yesterday entitled Cherished: 21 Writers on Animals They Have Loved and Lost. I’ve only teared up twice so far! It’s a great, sentimental little read. I love little books like this. Plus it’s good because it’s one of those books you can put down after a chapter if you need to without being too cranky!
Important Question of the Day – What are some girl names you think go well with “Boyd?” You know if we have two dogs we’ll be constantly referencing them together! Plus I love names! I’d love a “b” name, but anything that flows with Boyd! Of course, Girl would work. Fun fact: Boyd’s name was actually derived from the shelter workers calling him “Boy” which eventually evolved into “Boyd.”
Want to make a bet on if this is just a fleeting fancy or I will actually talk Kevin into it? You just never know. I’m all hyper and giggly about it right now. But that could pass when I remember how Boyd makes me when he won’t come when called. Not even 2 centimeters. Not even for an ice cube! I MIGHT be convinced to pass on the Vizsla crush if I got this piano for my birthday instead.