June gets a puppy. Wow, we’ve never said THAT.

My problem is, I shouldn’t go to PetSmart on weekends. Yeah, that’s my problem. That’s it. You’ve nailed it, June.

IMG_9318.JPGBut my regularly scheduled pets were running low on food. Well. SOME of them were, and that’s why I haven’t restarted my Chewy subscription yet, because I always feel like, Well, Edsel’s got a TON of food, for example. I keep not needing everyone’s everything at the same time.

(Everyone should get Chewy, though. It’s the best. They give you a big discount, and it comes to your door on a schedule you choose. Chewy should be paying me. I’ll bet Amazon, who owns me, is pissed right now that I won’t shut the fuck up and they’re all, “Say Chewy one more time.”)

So there I was, knowing full well PetSmart has pet adoptions on weekends, and I go all the time because of that, and that’s one thing they have over Chewy. There, I said it. Come get me, Amazon.

Every time I go to one of those pet adoptions, I exclaim like an asshole over everyone there, even the Chihuahuas. I have no shame.

IMG_9324.JPGIMG_9326.JPGIMG_9322.JPGBut on Saturday morning, on my way to get cat food, I passed a woman whose adorable pitty mix had had the diarrhea all over yonder, and I was helping her to clean it up, holding her two dogs at the same time, and as I was bending over spraying the floor, not to mark my territory but to sanitize it,

there she was.

IMG_9349.jpgShe was at the end of the aisle, over at a DIFFERENT pet adoption, in a pen on the floor with one other puppy. The look of disdain she gave me, of utter contempt, pierced my heart immediately. You know I love for everyone to be indifferent to me. Basically I want everyone to be a cat.

“Oh!” I said.

o, crap. dis laydee.

I don’t even remember saying goodbye to Diarrhea Dogs. Next thing you know, I was over there holding this puppy, and asking about her (she’s from a litter of nine someone surrendered, along with mom).

Similarly beleaguered mom

(The puppies were 10 weeks old, they’d guess.) (And yes, she’s VERY calm, they told me.)

For four months now, I’ve lived with the knowledge in my head that the guy down the street, who owns a dog training business and who is forever walking past my house with 19 dogs walking calmly at his side, would help me introduce Edsel to a puppy. He had come over and assessed Edsel, said we could make it work.

For FOUR MONTHS that’s been in my head.

“Is there an…application?”

And here’s the thing. I thought they’d, you know, call the vet that wasn’t open anymore that day, and check my references and so on, but they immediately said, “Everything looks good. She’s yours.”

I thought I’d have a weekend to think about it.


So next thing you know old Jed’s a millionaire and in sort of a daze I’d purchased a bed, two hot-pink bowls–which I later realized was stupid because I still have Tallulah’s leopard-pink bowls somewhere–and I shoplifted a leash. Didn’t mean to. I’d already had it on her and I was somewhat stunned.

IMG_9336.JPGI got home and screamed her right into the bedroom. I got away with it–Edsel hadn’t noticed. He’s a regular Einstein. I texted the trainer.

“Keep them apart all week. Call me in seven days and we’ll go for a walk with both of them.”

Really? Because Edsel’s TERRIBLE on walks.

IMG_9341.JPGNew puppy was so calm. And she didn’t have an accident once! But here’s something I discovered. When it’s just you, and you have to Anne Frank your dogs and keep them separate at all times, it’s not as easy as you’d think. When a puppy starts sniffing around, you have to scoop her up and whisk her outside. I didn’t always have time to put Eds in a room first.

And one of those times, as I was rushing her out the door, Edsel sniffed her back as I held her, and he growled.

Okay, I did not like that.

I feel like I have some mild form of PTSD after The Lottie Incident, because I took Nora (that’s what I named her, Nora Ephron) outside after the growl and I was shaking, and sweating a little, and I just remembered that terrible day with Lottie.

WHAT turribel day? Hooo Lottee?

Oh my god, I loved Nora so much. She was a stellar puppy, y’all. She was just so smart and curious and mellow and sweet. Once she decided I wasn’t that horrific, her little tail would wag when I came back into the room. I’d gotten out the cat carrier, because that was going to be a fine crate for the time being, and I was putting her food in there so she’d get happy thoughts about it. I let her sleep with me that first night, and she slept all night. She held my arm and put her little dog head on my hand and slept there.

In the morning, I put up the barricade between the back room and the dining room, so Edsel couldn’t get to the back yard, and yes. I’d paid a TON of attention to him, as much as I could, anyway, with my secret stash in the bedroom, there.

Anyway, Steely Dan, fucking Steely Dan, knocked that barricade over.


and Edsel came BARRELING outside and growled and showed his teeth and snapped at Nora before I could snatch her up.

“Nope. Nope, nope nope.” That’s what I was saying while I spirited her back into the bedroom, and right then I knew.

No matter how many trainers I had, I was too scared of Edsel. I couldn’t put this sweet girl in harm’s way. I’m just too afraid for her.

Nora and I already had a date Sunday to join Ned to look at a house he wanted to rent. It had a lockbox and it’d just be us looking, so I knew taking Nora would be okay. The rescue lady who approved my application knew I was concerned about Edsel, and I knew she was back at the adoption event on Sunday at 1:00. (By the way, adopting via an organization that works through PetSmart and not, say, finding a dog in the road is WAY more convenient. Nora was up to date on shots, I had a voucher for her getting fixed, and I had a whole booklet of coupons for the store.)

She’d said if there was trouble to bring Nora back sooner rather than later. So I texted her and told her. Ned said he’d go with us to return Nora after we looked at the house.


immune to you charmz, fukker

The house we looked at was sort of delightful. It was very old, with fireplaces in three rooms, and a big tall set of stairs. Nora had clearly not dealt with stairs before, and when we went up them, she whined. We stood at the top and encouraged her, till she finally came up them in this little hopping way, and was so happy when we said, “Yay, Nora!”

Once she knew she could do it, she ran up and down those steps a hundred times, finally stopping on a middle step, panting and smiling. Oh, crap. I loved her.

Then it was time to go back to PetSmart.


IMG_9382.jpgI brought back her shoplifted leash and her little Triceratops she seemed to like a lot.

When we got to the event, her runt-of-the-litter brother was still there (seriously? Someone go get both) and she knew him right away.

IMG_9415.JPGIMG_9412.JPGAnd that’s how I left her, wrestling with her brother.IMG_9407.JPGI hope she has a wonderful life. She’s a wonderful pup.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to glare at my dog.

P.S. I never did remember to get cat food.

P.P.S. Iris was unaware we HAD a new dog till she literally bumped into Nora on the deck. Man. More surprised than happy, as my father would say.

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41 thoughts on “June gets a puppy. Wow, we’ve never said THAT.”

  1. Can’t we just.. get rid of Edsel? Just kidding. But I think that he was so attached to Talu that he gets angry at any dog that isn’t her. I’m sorry for your stress.


  2. The grinning face while playing with her brother just about did me in. What a sweetheart.


  3. Damn rollercoaster of emotions going on here. Now I’m heartbroken. If this was happening to me, I’d have a really hard time not starting to resent poor Edsel. I’m sorry.


  4. You are VERY NICE to help someone clean up after their Diarrhea Dogs. I would’ve walked right on by that mess.
    Nora is very cute, and I’m sorry Edsel could not appreciate that.


  5. I’m so sorry it didn’t work out with Nora. I do think that it would be damn near impossible for a single mom pet owner to keep two dogs completely separated for an entire week.
    Sadly post, lovely June.


  6. Oh, dear. This broke my heart. Standing in your doorway, June.
    Nora will find a wonderful place, I am sure.
    Lovely post, lovely June.


  7. Junie, June, June, I am so sorry this happened. Edz needs to get over himself! No advice but Edz needs some serious anger therapy. So vat seems to be ze probleem Mr. Edz? Have you alvays had dis anger problem? Did you feel abandoned as a kinder?


  8. See, I would have taken the mama dog and possibly the 2 pups also. My last 2 cats have been the very young teenage mom variety. Everyone wanted the babies and no one considered that 6 months before these mamas were similarly the cute kittens.
    I am sorry that Edsel keeps doing this. Especially since he misses Tallulah so much. Maybe his heart is so full of grief he can’t handle adding anyone else?

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    1. Just do it! She can’t hurt you! 😭 See!

      Ow! Ah! Ouch! June! I’m sorry! Oof! Ouch! Here’s your liver…

      Don’t do it Bobbi! Just don’t!


  9. I’m sorry!
    And I’m just going to say it because it needs to be said… Edsel is a dick. I still love his ridiculous underbitey self but he is a jerk.


  10. I wish we could understand what the heck is going through Edsel’s head. It is nuts that he is fine at daycare but not at home. If Ned adopted Nora, they’d be Ned and Nora and THAT would be sublime.

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    1. Trust me, I tried to get that guy to adopt Nora. He was all, “I have a dying cat and I don’t even know where I’m gonna be living.” Like either of those things are excuses.

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  11. I was just thinking of you early yesterday, when I was trying to pet 5 heads and it was a disaster. I have two other people who live in this house and they give the 5 heads ample attention and yet they still wanted my hand on all 5 heads at the same time. I was exhausted. And that’s when I thought, “How DOES JUNE DO IT?” All that petting and animals having to sit right up next to you and on your head and omg, I am like, come on 5 heads, I need SLEEP.


  12. “Diarrhea Dogs.” Am dead. Also, I am sad for you. Nora will be fine. Plus, too, I am amazed that you didn’t adopt the gray kittens.You are stronger than I am. There are few things I like better than matched sets. Or matched pets.

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  13. That was an emotional rollercoaster ride. I want to go back and get the mother, and the two puppies. Your heart must be about wore out.


  14. I didn’t want to read this morning. I am so sorry. Your emotions can.be felt throughout this whole post.


  15. Poop. I’m sorry things didn’t work out between Nora and Edsel.
    When we take our pug to the dog park, she totally ignores the other dogs and rushes around to greet all the owners. A lot of the dogs there (playing happily with other “we just met, but I like you!” dogs) have a real problem with her being friendly with their owners, so I guess jealousy is a common dog issue.


  16. So sorry for you and Nora, June.
    I also hope she and her brother find homes where they’ll be loved and cared for, as much as you would have.


  17. Well that sucks. I’m just so sorry. She looks like a sweet girl. Once Edsel passes I predict a house full of puppies.


  18. Thank you for sharing the story June…and especially the last two photos. It would be nice if someone did adopt the brothers together…they are so cute together!


  19. Edsel’s just so happy with the current situation, isn’t he? He says bring on the cats but no dogs! But you tried, and now you know for sure he just wants to be the only dog so that is settled. Hope Ned gets the house, it sounds and looks like a winner!


  20. THAT face! I am so sorry Nora didn’t work out for you and Edsel. “He’s a regular Einstein.”


  21. There’s an Amazon ad that says up to 40% off on pet supplies at the bottom of the page. They heard you!
    I’m so, so sorry about the puppy. She was adorable and sweet and perfect. Damn Eds, the jumbo egg. That’s what we call our jealous dogs.


  22. No advice, no “you should have”, just saying awww, I’m so sorry. Sweet baby! That face!

    Well, you tried, and kept her from harm. That’s all that matters. I’m sure your heart hurts. I’m hoping she and her brother go home with someone as wonderful and loving as you and have a great life!



    OK. Maybe not. But oh, she is so sweet! I love love love your open heart. And I love Edsel, too. He’s just doing what comes naturally, poor old Edsel.

    Dumb Edsel.


    1. Frickin frackin LTNL, I thought JUST ONCE I might be first, mofos. Fuck all!

      I blame it on Edsel.


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