Guess who just moved in and is living with me now?
Wrong, not Chloe. Wrong again, not my old roommate Scott. I am now the proud owner of one mangy mutt named The Artful Dodger, or “Tad” as he likes to be called.
Time was running short on Tad and I decided I wanted to do this. Chloe did not exert any pressure on me. She even gracefully ignored my prior lie about them not letting pets in my apartment complex. (She said, “I knew it was a fib but I didn’t want to talk you into anything you didn’t want to do.” P.S. Who says “fib”?)
I took him home yesterday and the good news is he’s mostly already trained. My apartment is obviously new to him so there were some first day accidents but I think Tad is smart and he’ll get the hang of it. My only real fear is what he’s going to do all day long when I’m at the office. Chloe says he’ll be fine as long as I get him exercise in the morning and when I get home.
Getting Tad was a little tricky emotionally. It’s not like Tad is Chloe’s dog, too, but still, I think it will be weird if Chloe and I don’t work out and Tad never sees her again. Still, things are really moving quickly with Chloe and Tad is really bringing us closer together. I hardly ever think about Michelle anymore.
I purposely went back to Montana Ave. this Sunday hoping to see the Animal Shelter Girl.
Mission accomplished, she was there with The Artful Dodger.
She remembered me from last weekend and I told her my apartment complex doesn’t allow pets (a lie). I had to put the issue of adopting TAD to rest or else she might really wind up hating me if I strung her along with an animal shelter dog.
Anyway, I finally got her name. It’s Chloe. We talked for a while about how she got interested in working with animals. It’s pretty much exactly what you’d expect: she grew up around animals and really loves them. I told her I was hoping for a more interesting back story, like her brother was turned into a goat by a evil witch and now she scours the land looking for him.
She said, “That doesn’t make any sense. Why would I look for a goat at an animal shelter?”
I said, “Wait, you don’t have any goats here? Oh, my mistake,” and I pretended to leave.
We talked for only a little while and then someone interrupted us to ask about one of the dogs. I didn’t want to seem stalker-y waiting for her, so I just said, “I’ve got to go anyway. Next Sunday?”
She nodded, then I left.
I was walking down Montana on Sunday on the way to meet Paul for lunch when I saw the pet adoption people outside the Whole Foods.
I was early anyway, so I stopped and said hello to the dogs. (I’m not much of a cat person so I mostly talked to the dogs.)
I wasn’t even noticing the actual humans running the adoption. I was really just amusing myself by having a conversation with this one mixed breed dog that looked like a shaggy mutt. “What are you in for?” I asked him. (He was in a cage so it kind of made sense.) “Barking and entering?” (I swear I didn’t think anyone heard me say that.)
This went on for a while where I talked to this dog that I named The Artful Dodger. I was getting into the zone where I didn’t even notice anyone else. But then this girl came up behind me and said, “I think he likes you.”
I turned and saw this cute girl who helps out at the animal shelter. “I’m just making conversation.” She pushed me to adopt him but that isn’t a real possibility. I like dogs but I’m at work all day, I explained.
She seemed disappointed. She gave me the hard sell. I told her I just couldn’t. She said if I change my mind to call her. She gave me a card for the shelter. I said goodbye.
I went and had lunch with Paul at R&D Kitchen. I know what you’re thinking. That during lunch I kept thinking about the animal shelter girl. But the truth is, I kept thinking about The Artful Dodger.