Well, I guess I'm spoiling Savannah just as much as my husband has been. Considering the fact that my husband does not like to shop, he has bought Savannah the following toys: a blue monkey, a pink pig, a green chicken, and an orange fish, plus grooming supplies, food bowls, and enough puppy chow to keep her tummy filled for the next seventeen months.
And then there's me.... I went to Walmart yesterday and found a plethora of collars and leashes in every pattern and color of the puppy rainbow. I immediately reached for a magenta collar and leash, which was the same color of the Magenta Crayola crayon in the box of 64, and also happened to be the color of my Aunt Jaye's signature Revlon lipstick. But then I got to thinking... would my husband want to be out there on our country road walking a dog with a lipstick-colored leash and collar?
I thought it best to consider other colors... the reds looked too Christmas-y, the greens would have been fine for Kermit the Frog, the polka-dotted collars were too 1950s (nothing wrong with that, but just wrong for this particular dog), and the orange ones looked like those vests worn by road workers. (Not for my dog, thank you.) The leashes with the patterns looked too baby-ish, and Savannah already weighs 36 pounds. But... there was a peacock-blue leash, with a matching collar and halter. Well now.... that would work. My husband should like that color because he's always taking photos of Mr. Carson, the neighbor's peacock, who visits our porch from time to time. (Actually, Mr. Carson may not like our porch anymore, unless of course he will tolerate a very big puppy who will grow into a very big dog.)
The peacock blue leash it was, along with the matching collar and halter. If Savannah grows to the vet's estimate of 80 pounds, the collar and leash should be fine, but I may need a larger halter at some point. I've already put this halter on Savannah... and she stepped into it as daintily as a woman trying on a pair of Jimmy Choo stilettos. (Or should that be Puppy Choo?)
I ordered an engraved dog tag on eBay last night... a heart-shape with her name and my phone number on it. This particular site gave me a choice of size for the ID tag, and I picked a large one that Savannah will grow into and will be very visible on her collar. Being that I picked the blue for her collar and leash, I thought it only right to get the bright pink for the ID tag... after all, she is a girl.
Yesterday, I also stopped at one of the local thrift stores. They always have a huge basket filled with stuffed animals of all sizes. Since Savannah seems to prefer the soft blue monkey toy instead of the other rubber toys my husband bought her, I picked out some more animals to add to her menagerie: a blue fish, a brown monkey, and a pink 'Peep'-shaped bunny. Savannah loves the pink Peep and the brown monkey. So I guess her preferences have nothing to do with color... it could be the shape and softness of the toys.
I had eMail from the girl who was with her mother when my husband and I went to meet our puppy... she told me that she will call her mom and ask her if the male puppy is still for sale. She will let me know, and I'll pass along the info to C... and then I know that C will have a lot of questions for them, concerning the male puppy's temperament and personality. I'm hoping that lightning strikes twice, and the male puppy is just as wonderful as his sister.
Today was the first dose of the monthly medication for Savannah... to eliminate heartworm disease, intestinal worms, and it also kills fleas and ticks. For the cost of this one pill, I very well could have bought Savannah a pair of Puppy Choo stilettos. Even though she is an inside dog now, being out here in the country makes her a target for all sorts of germs and parasites carried on the wind from field to field by the livestock and wildlife around the hills here, so I'd rather be on the safe side with Savannah. May as well spend that money on preventive meds, being that Savannah would soon learn that stilettos are not puppy-friendly or country-road appropriate.
As I sit here typing, Savannah is sleeping on the floor of the breakfast room, with her chin resting on the blue monkey, and her paw on top of the pink Peep. She has taken nearly every toy out of the basket and the floor of my kitchen looks like a small explosion at Toys R Us. I can see little puddles of water on the tiles around her water bowl and I know for a fact that from now on, my kitchen floor will only be pristine for thirteen seconds after it has been mopped.
Our cat Sweet Pea is peeking out of the TV room door, sniffing the air and knowing that Savannah (that dog who isn't a cat!) is sleeping on the floor and not in her crate. Sweet Pea will not walk further than the threshold between the TV room and the breakfast room. I have a wicker magazine rack on the threshold between the two rooms. Sweet Pea can get through the wicker, but he doesn't, and Savannah could move the wicker, but she leaves it where it is. I'm hoping that Sweet Pea will soon make friends with Savannah... but I guess that will come when he believes that she is very gentle, and has already sat down and smiled at our two outside cats as they walked within two inches of this 36-pound puppy.
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