I guess you probably heard that there’s a new dog in the Hehu household. After Harriet died this summer I figured I’d get another dog someday, but maybe after we had thinned the herd a little – 6 pets is a lot, after all. (It’s not like we don’t know that.) But, yes, I was trolling the pet adoption sites and the Great Dane rescue sites, because… you know, just in case.
So that was how we ended up at Berkeley Animal Services, because I’d seen a dog on there who seemed like a good candidate. But then when we asked to meet her the staff told us that there was no one there who felt safe taking her out of her kennel. They didn’t do a really super job of selling her. (We later talked to another staff member who sort of rolled her eyes at that and said that dog was nice, but was going kennel crazy after having been there for 4 months – she was rescued by Bad Rap a few days before she would have been euthanized.) Anyway, in the kennel next to her was a little orange and white pit/beagle mix who looked SO WORRIED, and when we got turned down on meeting the first dog, The Knitter immediately asked if we could meet her neighbor. And that was pretty much it. We brought Clara and Miss Idaho to meet her the next day, they got along fine (although Clara would have liked some more playing, thank you) and we filled out the adoption form! And the other adoption form! And there might have been a third adoption form! Who knows?!? There were so many! And then someone had to come to our house to make sure our floors weren’t covered with babies and broken glass! And then there was a holiday weekend! So we FINALLY got to bring her home last Thursday, straight from the vet after being spayed. I’m pretty sure that wasn’t her favorite day ever. (You can see how freaked out she was in this video if you’re really into it. But be warned, it’s totally unedited, so if you get bored it’s not my fault.)
So it was pretty tough to get her to eat at first, even trying to hand fee… what? There’s a question you wish to have answered? Oh, yes, the name. I don’t know if you know this, but I am genius at naming pets. For example, Miss Idaho. Best name ever. Also, Waylon. Good name, but when put alongside Willie? Pure Genius. So I had to come up with a perfect name. The front runner for a long time was Eleven, because Eleven is an awesome number, and she was in kennel 11. I was also thinking about naming her Butter, because everyone loves butter, plus I used to practice at a place that had graffiti that just said “Butter butter butter butter butter” . (There was also graffiti that said “nobody doesn’t like head” but Head would be a bad name for a dog, plus that’s not entirely true, and wow am I getting off topic here.) I briefly considered Edith, but I have a rule against giving pets names of people I know, and I follow Edith Frost on Twitter and would like to know her, so I couldn’t name my dog Edith. And The Knitter was BADGERING me about the name, and suggesting anything she could think of. In fact, maybe I should have named her Badger, except that also have a rule against naming pets things that you know are going to be trouble – example: Never name your dog Loki! Just don’t, okay? Spare the rest of us. So there I was, just waiting for the perfect name to land on my head, and trying out names on her to see if they stuck, and then one of the throwaway names stuck.
Her name is Clementine! (Or, as my French friend pronounced it last night, Clawmonteen. Sounds a little hifalutin to me.) In retrospect it’s so obvious! It’s kind of country, and plus – SHE’S ORANGE! (One of the neighborhood kids suggested naming her Orangey, which I kind of liked, but I knew it wasn’t the right name.)
And she’s just the sweetest little thing ever. She looks like a beagle wearing a pit bull costume. I think her previous owners gave her lots of affection but didn’t know anything about dogs – she wasn’t spayed, she knows no commands and she doesn’t even know how to play with other dogs! But she lives with Clara, so she’ll learn. All she wants to do is hang out with the people and get petted. (She also seems to know that when she stands on her back legs and begs it’s super cute – she hasn’t learned that doesn’t work here like it did at the old place.) I took her to Animal House (an awesome pet food store in the Lower Haight that our friend Megan owns, you should totally shop there if you’re in the neighborhood) and Megan wanted to get a cute picture and one thing led to another and next thing you know your dog is in a wig. You know how it is. But you know what? She didn’t mind at all. And I’m not just saying that, and I’m not saying that she tolerated it well – I’m saying she didn’t care at all that she was wearing a wig. And who would, when they look so fetching? (Heh, get it? Fetching?) Also, when we got there Megan was helping a customer get a new tag for his dog, who’s name was Mandarin. But Clementine is more orange.
In summary, new dog cute, cuddly, very nice and sweet. A bit more interested in the cats than we would like, but that will be workable. Good walker. Excellent tv watching company. Very floppy when sleepy.
AAA++++++ WOULD ADOPT AGAIN!!!