Jude Kissed A Boy

And the boy didn’t like it

Neato and Evil Baby are not yet friends. I mean, Neato doesn’t want to make any more friends at the best of times, but he especially does not want to make friends with Evil Baby. Neato holds a grudge like I hold onto an ice cream sandwich, and as Evil Baby bit him in the face on Day One, and has subsequently beat him up for walking past a toy the Baby was playing with, he is not inclined to shift his position on the matter. I don’t really blame him, it’s taking me some time to come around to liking Evil Baby too.

Fortunately for Jude, Oy DOES like him and wants to play with him ALL THE TIME.

The irony here is that the point of getting another dog was so that Oy had someone to play with that he would be less likely to accidentally damage. He is a very gentle dog, but he is also an adolescent border collie and he gets amped up and sometimes he accidentally hurts Neato or Addy. So my plan was to get a dog in the 20ish lb range – sturdy enough to take rough play with Oy, small enough to be able to lug around under an armpit if need be. Instead I got 11 lbs of Evil Baby who plays ROUGH, but now I have THREE dogs that Oy could accidentally injure. I have already extricated Jude from a potentially scary situation where Oy was thrashing him back and forth by his collar. Jude was no worse for wear, and went back for seconds, but I didn’t like, and don’t want it to happen again. Jude needs to play with someone his own size, and the dogs his size in my household don’t care for him, so he’s going to have to move along to a more appropriate household.

Oy will be bummed though, because he really likes having a playmate to roughhouse with.

The crazy thing about Jude is that he can get tackled by 50lbs of Oy and come up snapping like an alligator, but if I open a bag of chips “wrong” it spooks the heck out of him. He is a lot more confident on his (current) home turf now, but he is overall a sorta spooky/nervous dog and I want … a “Bro” dog. I want Mr. Woo back. I want a stable, social, solid, go everywhere medium sized mutt without any pit bull/power breed (sorry not sorry), terrier (even less sorry) or shepherd or husky in it (OR MALINOIS). I don’t even know where to find those anymore, I feel like we neutered them right out of existence.

He still reminds me remarkably of Fae from time to time, which is both startling and sad in equal measure. However, he is not Fae and I know better, and should not have adopted him. But maybe you should adopt him!

It’s not like I hate him, or even dislike him, but I am not at a place in my life where I want a million dogs at a time anymore and I can’t keep him “just because.” I’d like one more dog that is the right match, and not replace my oldies when I lose them, and get myself down to 2 or 3 at a time only. I am not getting younger, rentals aren’t getting any easier to find and I am tired.

But if I could clone Oy … in like, half size. I LOVE Oy. I love him so much I can’t even begin to tell you. He is just, like, my souldog. He and I really are Ka-tet.

Not unlike Addy and her beloved pear. My pear tree is FULL of pears. Hundreds of pears. But in the tree of pears, Addy found The One.

They enjoy intense conversation:

But they have a playful side together:

You can see the love as she gazes as The Pear:

And they enjoy quiet moments, laying in the grass, finding the shapes of their love in the clouds:

My wish for you is that you find your Pear. I think mine might be Oy, which is a little unfortunate, because he doesn’t even have a job or anything. But damn, is he ever good lookin’!

(but if you know anyone looking for a small dog, who is very cuddly and comical, but needs a little confidence building and some remedial work around resources and other dogs, hmu)