Dog is my copilot

My dad got a puppy a few weeks ago. There is almost nothing better than visiting a puppy that is excited to see you but remains someone else's responsibility. My dad is one of those people who need to get to know a pet before giving them a name,* so we were all saying "the puppy" for a few days.

* I am too, though that's only been for the last couple pets. I used to choose the name before I knew the animal, but now I know better.

He was a stray in Baja California (Mexico) and was brought up to a San Diego shelter by an organization that does that, which is where my dad met him. We have NO IDEA what went into his mix... some Great Dane, maybe? He's long-legged and surprisingly mellow. Aussie? He's got that blue merle pattern going on, but with the wrong kind of fur. Terrier? He's got the whiskers and the love for digging, but like I said, he's mellow, not terrieresque. He's 100% Mystery Dog is what he is.



Now his name is "Akimbo" or sometimes just "Kimbo" because it's easier. His elbows, or knees, or whatever, all stick out when he sits or lie down, see? And he's still super uncoordinated? He is the most gangly, akimbo dog I've ever seen and it's adorable. The last time Mr. Elinoire and I were visiting, we watched Akimbo fall off the couch. To us it looked like a train wreck in slow motion (a funny train wreck) but to him it was clearly No Big Deal.

Watching him navigate stairs is still funny, btw. He can do up, but down remains a challenge.

First trip to Dog Beach. He was an easy convert.



Post-beach nap. He's curled up like a cat! Fine, sometimes he doesn't live up to his name.



Oh, and another great thing about the name Akimbo? No one gets it. They say "is that an African name?" and we say "nope." It cracks my dad up.

Okay, this is ridiculous

I am going to write a sentence a week if it kills me. Which it won't because really? A sentence? How is that lethal?*

Never mind, I don't want to know. But I'm still committing to at least one sentence a week for the rest of the summer. Gotta get out from under this apathy duvet.

That being said, I had a FOUR HOUR root canal today so now I am going to bed at 7pm, eating sorbet and the cinnamon roll I got from Ikea on the way home, and about to read a book with no redeeming qualities whatsoever.

* No really, don't tell me. Well, okay, but only if it's funny.