Ramblings of a Bald Man

As many of you know, Liz and I have been fostering a beagle-ish dog that Liz named Dewey after the well known Dewey Finn, the temp, of School of Rock fame.  Dewey was chucked out of a moving truck into the yard of some people that were standing there when it happened.  Not too smart if you ask me.  Our neighbor’s daughter works with local animal shelters, rescuing animals and placing them into good homes.  That’s how we got Dewey.

Liz had been saying she was wanting a dog for a while and I told her I thought it wasn’t a very good idea for several reasons…money, no space, time constraints and responsibilities, etc.   So, we kinda compromised and got Dewey on a temp basis instead.

At first Dewey was pretty scared and very cautious.  Luckily we’ve won him over and have even taught him a few tricks.  He loves just being around us and is pretty chill.  He definitely likes Liz the best.  With the exception of actually sitting on her lap, I’d say he was Liz’s lapdog.  When she’s working from home he’ll sit at her feet all day and follows her into every room she goes.  It’s kind of funny.  I think the best part is that he drags these old t-shirts out of his crate, he didn’t have a blanket or towel so we used some old shirts, puts them in a pile, and then lays his head on them like it’s his pillow.

Dewey now has a home.  A friend of Liz’s from Indy has signed the paperwork and everything.  We’re just going to keep him for another week until he gets back from his holiday travels.  Liz asked if I’d be sad to see him go.  I really don’t know.  We gave him back to our neighbor’s daughter when we were gone last week.  I have to admit I didn’t really think of him.  I do enjoy dogs and having one around, I just don’t feel like I have the time and energy to really take care of one at this point.  We also don’t really have the space in our apartment for him either and we aren’t exactly to the point that we can just let him roam free.