Bernie

I did something very unexpected and spur of the moment today - I went to the SPCA and adopted another dog. Here he is - isn't he cute?

His name at the shelter is Bernie, but I don't know if that'll stay. For now, maybe, until I think of something better. He's a Bernese Mountain Dog mix. He was a stray, so they don't know how old he is, exactly. They estimated about 4, but I thought he was probably younger than that. But who knows. He's very sweet, very big (which you can kind of tell by the picture, but not much), and I already love him, even though I don't get to bring him home until Friday. I took my other dog, Willow, with me to meet him, because I had to make sure they'd get along, and they seemed to. Her fur stood up on her back, but she calmed down after a few minutes of mutual sniffing, and he didn't seem to have any problem with her at all. I'm hoping they'll become fast friends. And that my cats will forgive me for adding another canine into the house.

I wasn't planning on getting a second dog right now. I always wanted to get another one, because I think dogs are happier when they have a friend of the same species to spend time with. But Willow seemed pretty content being an only dog, and I hadn't been looking for another one to adopt. Then Sarah IMed me to show me a dog on the SPCA's website that looked like he could be Willow's brother. I went to see him, saw Bernie first, and that was that. I called and made an appointment to go today to look at him, and now I'm going to have another dog. Yay!

Remind me that this is a good thing when my house is in chaos for the next month or so until everyone settles in and adjusts.