Friday afternoon, MrBunny calls and says hey a coworker of mine got shafted by his ride to the airport, would you be alright with taking him up there?
Not a problem. I took a nap and then about 1 am we headed towards Atlanta. Took a nap in the back of the Jeep, did a little grocery shopping (I adore Trader Joe’s) and headed home.
Fast forward to Sunday afternoon and MrBunny get’s a text from this coworker, who flew up to Ohio to drive a car back down here, saying that he has found a puppy on the side of the interstate, would we be interested in taking her?
We hemmed and hawed for a bit but ultimately said yes.
And that’s how we came to this picture:
We named her Ninja, or more appropriately, MrBunny named her Ninja. And we keep saying it like that infomercial for the Ninja blender thing does- in that whisper stealth dream sequence type voice.
The vet said she’s about 6 months old, and other than a shit ton of ticks and scars/scabs from some run-ins during her time on the streets, she looks really good. We’ve got her scheduled to be spayed and other than that we are just letting the other two dogs hang out with her.
Ginger was less than thrilled. Actually if dogs could talk I think her exact reaction would have been “are you serious? Surely you aren’t doing this to me again. You people suck. Whatever, I’m going to my room.”
Bronco however, could not be more excited. He keeps trying to get the poor thing to play with him- not realizing that he is a rather imposing creature when you first meet him.
It will be interesting to see if she ends up being the tall skinny type of lab like Bronco.
Which I’m okay with. When she’s sleeping it means she’s not trying to get in the trashcan or pee on the floor!