Pics Of The Pup
C watches while Kira naps
From now on, I'll be posting photos of Kira to this location. Enjoy!
Moving Day Leads To A Big Surprise
Kira yawning in C's new office.
C and I moved today, which was big enough news in itself. We'd lived in the Inner Richmond for four years -- the longest we'd lived anywhere together and the third-longest stretch in any one spot for me. Ahh, IR, we'll miss you so. Velo, the Presidio, Golden Gate Park, Clement St. and your impossibly inexpensive culinary delights, Rossie Park, The Fog... damnit, I feel the need to visit already.
Fastest move I've ever been a part of. One hour to load the truck, ten minutes to unload. Three reasons why:
- C was, umm, uncomfortable, until everything was packed neatly and ready to go. And I mean everything.
- J let me borrow his truck early, so I made a couple trips before the big day, and
- Our friends are dominant and made short work of the remaining boxes of books and our all-IKEA furniture collection
Productive morning, no? I think most people would be more than happy to relax, take a load off, and enjoy the new home. Most sane people, maybe. But not yours truly.
See, I've been jonzin' for a dog for a long, long time, and had been searching for just the right pup for a while. Volunteering at the SPCA didn't quell the compulsion to adopt, so eventually we just gave in. Hence the move.
For at least a week prior to truck rental, I'd been like a five-year old on Christmas Eve. I could hardly contain myself knowing that soon, soon! I'd be able to have a dog. So of course I knew that a bunch of puppies would be available for adoption in Palo Alto that afternoon, and of course I'd already been in touch with some rescue groups and had a lead on a one-year old Jindo in need.
C, wonderful woman that she is and unable to hold me back any longer, drove with me first to Palo Alto and then to South San Francisco where, in a warehouse, we met the newest addition to our family. Kira.
From that start, she's been a hit. Indoors, she's great -- she's house trained, and will sit, lie down, shake and drop her ball on command. Tug-o-war and fetch are her two favorite pastimes, and while she's extraordinarily friendly and outgoing, she'll need to practice pulling less when on-leash.
Upon reflection, she is confirmation that I prefer athletic, intelligent, beautiful, loyal, kind, willful women. Typing this post from my back patio, pup at my side, there's no way could I be happier.