the important details

Well, well, well-- apparently my rendering of the Pukey Puppy story yesterday was not wrapped up to everyone's standards! Let me fill in the key missing details for ya today.

For starters: I do not have any photographs of the adorable wiggly itty-bitty. I KNOW. Failing at life/blogging. In my defense, we were a little bit distracted by...I dunno...OCEANS OF VOMIT. But I don't want to let you down, and I certainly don't expect you to just take my word for it that the puppy was cute. So I contacted a renowned local artist* and had her render a drawing of the puppy. 

Presenting: The Cute Puppy (or maybe a grown small dog) from the Garage!!

To answer your newest question: Yes, the art community in Athens is beyond blessed to have artisans of this caliber.

Now for the sad news. The puppy left us. After he gobbled down some food, we made him a little home in the garage-- we set up Lola's crate, filled it with (non-vomity) towels, and put it all in the back of the garage (closer to the house, further from the outside). We wanted to help him through the night, but really couldn't justify keeping him in the house. There's like a 1% chance he's housebroken...not to mention the puke issue...and if we kept him in a cage in the laundry room, he probably would have just whined all night and driven us (and Lola) crazy. So we figured that if he's used to roughing it in the woods at night, then upgrading to a pad in the garage (at least out of the wind and with some warm blankets and food) would be better for a night, until we could figure out a better plan. 

We left the big garage door (the one that the cars drive through) cracked at the bottom so that he could go outside to potty...or escape. We knew it was a possibility. But it's also a possibility that he has a HOME (that he escaped from...multiple times, because this ISN'T the first time he's come to hang out with us) that he would return to at some point. So we left him with a cozy little garage nest. 

And in the morning he wasn't there. So we don't know when he left or where he went, but we haven't seen him since Pukegate. But like I said, we've seen him before. Actually, the last time he dropped by and visited for an afternoon (and then left when Matt was running errands), Matt had said "if he comes back, we're keeping him"...because that man was SMITTEN, let's be honest (hi Matt! Puppy lover!!). So this was the "OH HE'S BACK, HE'S OURS!!" night...but...I guess it wasn't meant to be. But if he comes back AGAIN? Then he's really really really ours and we're not gonna let him escape again. (But before unnecessarily aggressive anonymous people call me an unfit puppy mother, disgusting, and a dognapper, please know that we will make every effort to locate his rightful owners, if they exist. We've done this three times in the past, with a 100% success record, so we're well-versed in posting signs, notices on Craigslist and at the dog park, and having a vet check for a microchip. SO THERE.) (Sorry, am I still a little bitter and scared of the anonymous people? Maybe yes.)

So the tragic conclusion to this chapter of the Pukey Puppy story is that he has returned to the wild (or a loving home)...but at least now you know how cute he is. Thank God for amazing artists, right?

I can't leave you on this sad note, so I'll share a more uplifting story of wildlife and jewelry (my two passions, evidently). Yesterday Diana graciously gifted me with these bad boys:

Handcrafted (because the artiste copyrighted and signed her name/date on the back!! In silver pen!!) blue mouse earrings?!??! Yes. They exist, and they're on my ears. Well, they were for the 40 seconds it took to snap this picture. I'm not sure I can handle the overall majesticness of such earrings, so I had to take them off. Now they're staring at me with beady little fake mouse eyes from the side of my desk, which isn't creepy at all. Anyway. Thank goodness for friends willing to pass on gems like this, right?

Have a good weekend! If you happen to be in my neighborhood and you notice a puppy matching the picture above wandering around, lemme know! Our towels are all freshly laundered...we're ready for Pukegate 2.0 any time!


*myself