Helo

So yesterday when I said that we were going to maybe work on the apartment and maybe watch some How I Met Your Mother I really thought that was how the day was going to go.  Little did I know that our family was going to expand to include one more little furry behind.

Yesterday we went to the local animal shelter "just to see".  We've been talking about getting a dog since before we got married and our new neighborhood, while not unsafe, makes being home alone less appealing.  And as I discovered this morning, even when your husband is asleep in the other room it is nice to have someone by your side when random people decide to bang on your door at 5am.  As we walked up the door had a sign on it that informed anyone coming to surrender a dog that they are at capacity and that any animal left is at risk of being put down.

And that was just the door.  Once inside we were faced with four full kennels and so many sad dogs that we both just wanted to cry.  We spent a lot of time looking at a lot of different dogs and tried to find a way to take many of them home.  Finally we ended up with this little guy.  Helo.  Yes, like the BSG character.  And boy is he a sweetie.  He's smart as a whip and is very social.  Last night I woke up to find that he had taken a towel from the laundry and drug it to the base of our bed so that he could have a "bed" in the same room as his humans.

And he's ours.  We still need to learns how to sit and walk without pulling on the leash, but that will come with time.  For now I'm just excited that he and Cogsworth seem to be getting along.

A New Kind of Love

You guys, I have a confession to make.  I'm in love.  Again.  I bill myself as not a romantic, but I tend to fall in love often.  Don't worry, Chris is aware and open to adding some outside cuddling to our relationship.  The gentleman who has stolen my affection is a little on the chubby side, a little young, and has some serious whiskers.

Meet Cogsworth,  the newest member of the Chic Geek household.  Last night Andrea and I went out to dinner and got to talking about pets and how empty the apartment has felt without Martin.  Next thing I know, I find myself standing in the pet store talking about rats and parakeets and holding a sweet little guinea pig.  It was love at first sweater snag.

I seriously did not intend to buy a pet.  It's only been a month since Martin died and I was not sure I wanted a new animal this soon.  But as soon as Cogsworth gave the pet shop guy attitude, I knew he was destined to live with us.  He pooped in my hand while I was holding him in the shop, which is evidently very unusual for guinea pigs.  I like to think that it was his way of saying that he wanted to live with me.

So today we're hanging out and bonding.  I brought his cage into my room and am holding him every once in a while so that he will grow accustomed to my voice and scent.  He has already climbed into the hood of my Star Wars hoodie to hide out while I was knitting, so I think we're off to a good start.