Brandon Hess

Yesterday we went and brought home a new addition to the apartment.  So far, she’s a stark difference from Koda in terms of behavior.  Koda was, and is still,  a furry Evil Knievel with the personality to back it up.  Our new little girl though is incredibly patient and maybe a tad bit mellow.  That’s not to say she’s not giving us a new appreciation for hard wood floors however.  I mean, she’s like a walking sprinkler system.

We picked her up yesterday at an adoption drive put on by the Colorado FurBabies.  She was, along with her 4 siblings, literally dumped in an overnight bin at a high-kill shelter in New Mexico.  Thankfully, the program we adopted her from makes trips monthly to bring back dogs that are Death Row there, which included our newest little girl.  The great thing is, they’re put in foster homes until adopted so while despite my burning desire to adopt all of the ones there yesterday, it was nice to know the ones that didn’t get adopted went back to Foster homes instead of a cage and a waiting list.

It got me thinking about how much I care about dogs.  Not in the, wear a sweater with a knitted dog face on it sort of way but in the way that I find so much fulfillment in the fact we helped save a dog from being euthanized by freeing up a spot with a foster to bring back another one.   While I didn’t get much sleep, Nicole getting much less, and the fact I got myself a rather nasty head-cold yesterday and have a new appreciation for how well trained Koda is, it’s a pretty happy occassion.

Now, it’s just the task of figuring out a name for her.  She’s a mix of border collie, shephard, lab and ninja I’ve come to conclude so she’s got a lot of clever in her eyes.   Nicole’s adament about not making her name too girlie (Princess Cupcake) or crazy (Malibu Barbie).

I’m pretty sold on Artemis, Greek Goddess of the Hunt.

Of course, Koda is still figuring out what the deal is.  I’m sure he was thinking life was perfect without a new addition.  So far, he’s been playing the big brother,  doesn’t really think she’s cool, takes her toys just to let her know he can role.  Figuring by mid-week he’ll accept her and not view this as a coming apocalypse in relation to attention.

Wonder if she’s peed while I wrote this…