Tonight is the first night of “puppy pre-school” where we actually bring the dogs. Last week at the end of orientation everyone said in turn what breed their puppy was: “chocolate lab, golden retriever, wheaton terrier, [some big ass dog], rhodesian ridgeback, [another big ass dog]” All eyes turn to me, and I squeak “miniature pinscher.” Everybody smiled. Hah. Little do they know, my little dog is gonna kick ass.
No, we haven’t given her an AKC name yet. Yes, that’s pathetic. I think it’s now between ‘Cajun Hoodoo Diva’ and ‘Black Forest Hexe.’ Discuss.
In other news, my brother and his gf arrived home from Florida on Monday morning. He’d just gotten in, used the bathroom and was going to start unloading when there was a knock at the door. It was a police officer serving him a summons. For a $500k lawsuit over an accident he’d had three years ago. Apparently, the other party involved has now decided they have ‘pain and suffering’ even though they were clearly not injured at the time. Anyway, it looks like the insurance company will take care of it. We hope.