heads or tails…literally

so, i’m debating…

…a pup or not a pup. that’s the question. there’s good and bad to this – but first, a bit of back story. as most of you know, my youngest dog, lucky, died of a sudden heart attack (or so the best guess is – that or an aneurysm). well, i was perusing craigslist for jobs on friday night when i saw an ad for a “six week old american pitbull puppy – brindle.”

it was like a sign – and the pics looked he’ll just be a beefier version of lucky…at least in appearance.

after some debate and calls back and forth the guy decided that this was SUPPOSED to be my dog, and said he’d hold him till monday (today) so i could meet him and see if i wanted him…so, that’s my late afternoon plan.

the negatives:

the whole puppy thing. housebreaking. crate training. shit getting chewed up. having to watch his every move for several weeks till he gets acclimated and learns, for example, that my 1960’s era danish coffee table is NOT a chew toy.

the positives:

another dude in the house and, more importantly, somebody for copper to run around and play with. i love buffi and all, but a blind and arthritic twelve year old dog (or damn near it) doesn’t make for somebody you can run with and chase. okay, maybe in a lifetime entertainment movie…but this is real life!

re-reading those back it seems like the positives outweigh the negatives, eh?