We’ve come to a decision on a name for Dog #2. It is….drumroll please….HARLEY! Yeah. I never claimed to be creative.
I introduced you to Charley a couple of days ago, and now we need your help making a decision!
We didn’t name him that. That was what his foster mom had named him. But she didn’t totally come up with it on her own either. Before the rescue place had him, he was in a kill shelter. He was brought in as an owner-surrender, and this owner had been calling him Harley. Foster mom didn’t like this name, but since he already answered to it, she stuck with something similar: Charley.
Hubby had a dog named Charlie when he was younger and really doesn’t want to call him that. Sentimental reasons and such. Neither of us are just over-the-top happy about Harley either. But since he already knows it, we feel like we should stick with it or something phonetically similar. Marley? No. (Think “Marley & Me”) Barley? Nah. Farley? Hmmm…I dunno. I couldn’t stand Chris Farley. Carly? No, he’s a boy.
So what do y’all think? Share your brilliant ideas!
Yep, we’re at it again. Another shelter dog finds a home with the Frenches. 🙂 Meet Charley!*
He’s a 7-month-old pit bull puppy that we are going to be adopting from 11:11 Bully Rescue in Dickson, TN. We brought him home for the weekend for a trial run before we made anything official (and to make sure things went better than the last time ), and he is an absolute doll! He and Bella have hit it off wonderfully, so I think we have a winner this time.
If y’all don’t already know by now, I’m a total animal person. I’ll take animals over people any day. And the bully breeds are my passion. It pisses me off and breaks my heart to see the media put such a bad spin on them when they are THE MOST loving and loyal breeds that you can ask for. If I had the time and resources, I would have a house full of them. But we are pretty well at maximum capacity now. The addition of Charley will bring our household population up to five, and until the three four-legged ones start earning a living and cleaning up after themselves we’re gonna have to put a cap on it there. At least until the next irresistable one comes along.
*Disclaimer: NO, we are NOT naming our animals from the Twilight Saga! Both dogs were already named when we got them!
I completely let this week get away from me and haven’t posted at all. So let me catch you up!
I went to the surgeon as scheduled this past Wednesday, and he wasn’t at all concerned by the lymph node that has shown up in my neck. He said that with no other symptoms, with it only being one node (and he felt me up pretty good checking for other ones), and with it being as small as it is (less than 0.5 cm) he didn’t feel it was anything at all to be worried about. He gave me written orders for blood work and a chest x-ray to be sure, but I haven’t been yet. Honestly? I probably won’t go. I hate needles THAT much.
I had a pretty eventful Thursday-Saturday. We’ve been wanting to get our 10-month-old American Bulldog mix puppy a playmate, and we have actually turned in an adoption application for another American Bulldog mix at a rescue in Memphis. We got the two dogs together for a play date last Sunday, and things went well. But I wanted to do a trial visit at our home before we made it official. I am very glad that we did. We picked him up Thursday and had him until Saturday. For the sake of keeping this post at less than novella length, let’s just say that things did not go as well as I had hoped. When things were good they were really good, but when things were bad they were UGLY. He’s a very good dog, but there were just too many issues. As shitty as it makes me feel, we’re just simply not going to be able to go through with the adoption. I feel absolutely horrible about it. We struggled with the decision all weekend. We talked about it, and I cried about it, but ultimately I have to put the happiness and safety of my other two pets first.
And now on to running news… I set a 4-mile PR yesterday! That’s not what this is about, but I just had to throw that in there.
I have a running dilemma. I’ve been pondering on it for a couple of weeks now, and I just can’t make up my mind! I ran my first 1/2 marathon last November, and I am running another one in April. My original plan was to run the same 1/2 this fall that I ran in November last year to see how much progress I had made in 12 months. It’s on October 30th. The Marine Corps Marathon in DC is on October 31st. My friend that ran the MCM last year has me toying with the idea of running it with her this year. I obviously can’t do both. So now I’m trying to decide what I want to do! I still consider myself a beginner runner (only started running last July), and the thought of running a marathon is pretty darn intimidating. I remember how I felt at the end of last year’s half. I can’t imagine someone saying, “Okay, you’re halfway there!” at that point. I know if I really put my mind to it I could probably train my way to 26.2. When I first started running I was intimated by 13.1, so I realize that it’s all relative. But as scary as 26.2 sounds, I suuuuuuuuuuuure would like to be able to say, “I ran my first marathon the year I turned 30!”