I got things!
I got this:
(Which of course makes me an Official Embarrassment to Mormon Women Everywhere)
And, Oh! My! Gosh! This:
“Newfoundland dogs are good to save children from drowning, but you must have a pond of water handy and a child, or else there will be no profit in boarding a Newfoundland.” Josh Billings
For now we are ignoring the fact that I said a million fragillion times that I never wanted three dogs again. We are also ignoring the fact that I gave my husband a Very Hard Time for a Very Long Time when he got Rude the Dog. We also aren’t talking about how nigh on impossible it is to adopt a dog from a rescue when you have five children and an invisible fence (because, apparently, lots of people think those (meaning the fence, not the kids, though possibly also the kids) are cruel, even if you have four acres fenced in so that the dogs have PLENTY of room to run without getting zapped, and you leave the flags up as a visual reminder FOREVER (literally), even though it makes your yard look like it is hosting some kind of goblin circus. We also aren’t talking about how approximately 99.99999999% (umm, not scientifically verified or anything) of all dogs in animal shelters these days are Labradors, Labrador mixes, or pit bulls, and
we I really didn’t want a lab or a pit.
Quite frankly, I’m tired of shaving the pits I have, but I digress . . .
We’ll discuss those matters another day. But feel free to mull over the fact that I do, indeed, have a pond of water and FIVE children.
So for today? I need your help.
*Cue Circus/Game Show Music*
Today we are playing everybody’s favorite game: Name That Dog!
That’s right contestants, you can win 25 points that have absolutely no value whatsoever, my undying gratitude, and a month’s worth of linkage to your blog if you come up with a winning name for the new pup.
So here is a little information to help get you started: The puppy is a girl. She is almost nine weeks old. She is a Newfoundland dog. She is black (because I know the occasional idiot stumbles across my blog, but I’m obviously not referring to any of my regular readers. You all are super duper smart and brilliant. As are many of the people who stumble across my blog. Just not all of them. Odds and averages, you know).
For those of you who want to join in the fun but just can’t come up with any names you think are game show worthy, there is Option B: vote on one of the names I’m already considering (If an Option B name is chosen, all those who voted for it will get 20 points).
Here are the options:
Dagny I would have named my first daughter Dagny had my husband not been so vehemently opposed. If you haven’t read Atlas Shrugged, or if you have but you’re a liberal, then you won’t appreciate what this name stands for to me.
Melanie (Melly) This one would be for Melanie Wilkes of Gone With the Wind fame. I so admire her quiet, unassuming strength and constancy. These are traits newfs are also known for, so it seems appropriate. I was almost set on this name and then McH started calling her Smelly Melly (umm . . . she does need a bath) and that made me reconsider.
Alice I always say I need an Alice. Obviously this would not be a Twilight Alice, because that Alice is all pixie-like and graceful. No, this would be a Brady Bunch Alice because Newfoundland dogs are sometimes described as built-in baby sitters. They are excellent with children and apparently have some kind of instinct to rescue people who seem to be drowning. Helpful, no? Remember Nana of Peter Pan fame? A Newfoundland, apparently. Disney seems to have made her a St. Bernard, but originally, supposedly, she was a newf. So, you know, a dog that will keep an eye on the kids would be helpful, like Alice. Not that I’m going to turn over the child-rearing to the dog, but I’ll take whatever help I can get.
Esme Because she was a natural nurturer. That would be a Twilight reference. I’m not as sold on this one, though, since the whole vampire vs. werewolf was such a big thing in that series and Esme was a vampire, and we’ve already named one dog after one of the wolves. And, just in case your thinking it? Leah is out. I know she was the only girl werewolf, but she was something of a bitter harpy. Not that I blame her, given the circumstances, but still . . . not what I want to name my cute puppy after.
Finally, if you have this niggling urge to suggest Michelle, Malia, or Sasha, restrain yourself or I will link your blog name here in every post I write for a month.
Ha ha! I jest!
No, I don’t! Ha ha!
Anyway, now that we all know how the game is played, let’s get cracking at Name That Dog!
And, just for reference, I am stealing Stacey’s idea and using a blankie buddy to show the growth of the dog (except I’ll update weekly, ‘cause dogs grow a tad faster that children).