And The Winner is....
I must admit that by the time the dog was named I was ready to string myself up in the garage. Each and every name that was tossed out there for consideration was shot down by someone else: Snoop-Dog, Chocolate (so we'd have Chocolate-Melky), Oprah, Britney, Frankie, Ricki, TO, Vick, Claire, Julia, Roxie, Peanut, Shadow II, Fuzzy, Swisher, CC, Rivera, and even OJ were considered and dismissed.
Finally, growing sick of it, I asked that we all put our favorite into a hat and pull them out. You want to know how ridiculous it got? Sam's entry for final consideration was Soap.
And I liked it! We almost named the dog, Soap.
Yet the winner is Paris. It was Kathy's pick and it was drawn from the hat - fair and square.
Paris is a black lab mix - we are certain of the black lab - what else is any one's guess. Melky started this morning by giving the three-pound dog a kiss. It's pissed on the floor about four times, but overall the transition is smooth.
Now the hard part. What the hell rhymes with Paris?
They are going to want a few songs fairly soon.
"Melky and Paris and Paris and Melky," has already been sung.
We shall see.
Yet the lesson learned though is one that has been hammered home at every turn this year. The dog is so small, so cute, so alive. So alive, and rescued. Turns out that the rescue service is actually the work of a woman and her daughter - they basically save the dogs for little monetary gain. They save the dogs and direct them to decent families for the simple love of life.
Anyone doing that type of service will have a special place reserved for them when they're through with what goes on here.
Simply drove home the thought that all life is precious and that every creation has a purpose.
Now to figure out what Paris' purpose is.
Finally, growing sick of it, I asked that we all put our favorite into a hat and pull them out. You want to know how ridiculous it got? Sam's entry for final consideration was Soap.
And I liked it! We almost named the dog, Soap.
Yet the winner is Paris. It was Kathy's pick and it was drawn from the hat - fair and square.
Paris is a black lab mix - we are certain of the black lab - what else is any one's guess. Melky started this morning by giving the three-pound dog a kiss. It's pissed on the floor about four times, but overall the transition is smooth.
Now the hard part. What the hell rhymes with Paris?
They are going to want a few songs fairly soon.
"Melky and Paris and Paris and Melky," has already been sung.
We shall see.
Yet the lesson learned though is one that has been hammered home at every turn this year. The dog is so small, so cute, so alive. So alive, and rescued. Turns out that the rescue service is actually the work of a woman and her daughter - they basically save the dogs for little monetary gain. They save the dogs and direct them to decent families for the simple love of life.
Anyone doing that type of service will have a special place reserved for them when they're through with what goes on here.
Simply drove home the thought that all life is precious and that every creation has a purpose.
Now to figure out what Paris' purpose is.
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good luck.