So the big news in our house is the possible addition of a new furry member. No, we’re not adopting Jacob Black. Although…
Ok, I’m back from my Teen Wolf fantasy.
This Saturday Kory, Mom, and I are off on a stealth mission to meet a certain Labradoodle with the unfortunate, hopefully-changeable name Darbetta. We discovered the 11-month-old dog through a program that pairs inmates with dogs for the purposes of socialization and training. We’re not exactly sure if the socialization applies to the dogs or the prisoners, but we’re happy to support any ambiguous cause this time of year.
When we called about Darbetta—cringe—we were told we were fourth on the list to meet her. We figured there was no way we had a chance since Labradoodles are the Johnny Depps of the dog world. They’re cute, smart, agreeable, hypoallergenic, and don’t shed. See, exactly like Johnny Depp.
But last week we got a call saying she was still available. Being something of a pessimist, my first question was, Why?
Does she bite? Are we dealing with Johnny Depp in Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street?
Or maybe she doesn’t have the best personality—Johnny in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.
Does she steal things, drink too much rum, and wear eyeliner? Ok, I’ve taken the comparison too far.
Needless to say, we’re excited to see this pooch—excited enough to drive to Canyon City and visit Darbetta at the Women’s Correctional Facility. Doesn’t it just give you the warm fuzzies? A waggedy-tailed, floppy-eared new dog. A Christmas surprise for two oblivious little boys. A secret trip to the clinker.
And here’s what I need from you: Does anyone have any suggestions for a new name for our potential puppy?
I lobbied for Leia since all my boys are Star Wars fans, but Mom says it reminds her of the thing you wear around your neck when you go to a luau. Since it’s non-stop grass skirts and coconut bras around here, I guess we better come up with something else.
For some reason, I’m stuck on Ls.
This is starting to sound like a Sesame Street song.