This Idea Stolen From Briantology
To kick off NaBloPoMo, I give you:
A Profile of My Dog
Name: Lou, fullname Louis Mumford Monk (after the magician and then the jazz musician).
Nicknames: Louie, LouDog, LD, Violencio Pugnacio, StinkDog, Stinky D, Sarge, Eeyore, Notorious (L.O.U.), Fuckster McHumpenstein, Murphy Do, Murphy Doodle, Murph, Grumpster, and Sen(~)or.
Breed: Beagle/Austrailian Shepherd
Adoption Story: Other and I were moving in together, and both missed our home-dogs on a daily basis, so the decision to adopt a dog was easy to make. We chose an apartment in the "doggie ghetto" -- a set of 3 or 4 big apartment complexes that accepted dogs -- and went about finding one to adopt. I can't quite remember why we ended up going through The Columbus Dog Connection instead of a shelter, although I suspect it's because I was so impatient for a dog that I started looking online way before it was time to move. Louie, then Trevor, was the perfect size and about a year old, and we loved his face. When we went to meet him, he and Other hit it off immediately. He ran in a circle around the yard basically the whole time we were there. We found out later that he'd met other families before and after us, and we seemed to be by far his favorite. The very very nice foster mom agreed to foster him for a bit longer, until we moved, and we went and got him the day we moved in to our new apartment. And then unpacked really fast, lest a stack of book boxes fall on our new dog.
Personality: Grumpy. Lou is the grumpiest dog I've ever met. He "vocalizes," which sounds a lot like growling but is actually more like howling in self-pity. He does this if you put your head by his head, or press on his stomach or chest, or try to pet him. He also talks back to trains when they go by in the in-between seasons, when the windows are open. He starts on a high tone and falls several octaves to land in a pool of pathetic moaning. His eyes shift around and his ears go up and down, but he doesn't lift his head up and barely even seems aware that he's making noise. He also squeals a bit when he yawns.
If Lou were human, we suspect he would be: A policeman or loan officer. Remember the Onion Statshot Why Did We Enter Law Enforcement/Teaching? (Like to wear short-sleeved shirts and necktie, yell)? Lou is that guy.
Lou got the Austrailian Shepherd genes that make him a serious work dog. Lou wants the same thing to happen at the same time every day, and he wants at least two of those things to involve sustained physical activity. If we do something at 5pm two days in a row, the next day at 5 he will be ready to go. He goes to bed at 10pm. He can be incredibly annoying if he's not getting something he expects. When we leave the dogs with the grand-owners, they report that he stares at them until we return. And wags, grunts, and moans impatiently every couple of minutes.
He also got the Beagley genes that make him a smell hound and a little too good at catching little critters. And short legs and a stocky body.
Lou is also an angry loner. When the family is all hanging out in one place, he will be elsewhere. When he is in the same room as the rest of us, he will sit with his back to us, even if that means his nose is an inch from the wall. We try not to take this personally.
Hobbies: pooping, smelling, yelling, writing angry letters to Congresspeople, updating his shit list.
Worst thing Lou has ever done (besides terrifying small children): One morning, Lou walked himself several blocks, across what you could argue is the busiest city street on campus, to a nearby park. There was a little park in the middle of the doggie ghetto, and the person who had taken him out that morning dozed off on a bench and that was all Lou needed. We found him chasing squirrels, and he came prancing up to me all like, "Heyyy! Glad you could make it! Beautiful day, eh?"
My favorite Lou story: When we were looking to get a puppy, we took Lou down the street and let him interact with several 5-week old littermates, and he kept growling/vocalizing and looking up at us. After scolding him a couple times for this, I looked down and realized that one of the puppies was chewing voraciously on his tail.
Poor Lou Dog. He is misunderstood.
A Profile of My Dog
Name: Lou, fullname Louis Mumford Monk (after the magician and then the jazz musician).
Nicknames: Louie, LouDog, LD, Violencio Pugnacio, StinkDog, Stinky D, Sarge, Eeyore, Notorious (L.O.U.), Fuckster McHumpenstein, Murphy Do, Murphy Doodle, Murph, Grumpster, and Sen(~)or.
Breed: Beagle/Austrailian Shepherd
Adoption Story: Other and I were moving in together, and both missed our home-dogs on a daily basis, so the decision to adopt a dog was easy to make. We chose an apartment in the "doggie ghetto" -- a set of 3 or 4 big apartment complexes that accepted dogs -- and went about finding one to adopt. I can't quite remember why we ended up going through The Columbus Dog Connection instead of a shelter, although I suspect it's because I was so impatient for a dog that I started looking online way before it was time to move. Louie, then Trevor, was the perfect size and about a year old, and we loved his face. When we went to meet him, he and Other hit it off immediately. He ran in a circle around the yard basically the whole time we were there. We found out later that he'd met other families before and after us, and we seemed to be by far his favorite. The very very nice foster mom agreed to foster him for a bit longer, until we moved, and we went and got him the day we moved in to our new apartment. And then unpacked really fast, lest a stack of book boxes fall on our new dog.
Personality: Grumpy. Lou is the grumpiest dog I've ever met. He "vocalizes," which sounds a lot like growling but is actually more like howling in self-pity. He does this if you put your head by his head, or press on his stomach or chest, or try to pet him. He also talks back to trains when they go by in the in-between seasons, when the windows are open. He starts on a high tone and falls several octaves to land in a pool of pathetic moaning. His eyes shift around and his ears go up and down, but he doesn't lift his head up and barely even seems aware that he's making noise. He also squeals a bit when he yawns.
If Lou were human, we suspect he would be: A policeman or loan officer. Remember the Onion Statshot Why Did We Enter Law Enforcement/Teaching? (Like to wear short-sleeved shirts and necktie, yell)? Lou is that guy.
Lou got the Austrailian Shepherd genes that make him a serious work dog. Lou wants the same thing to happen at the same time every day, and he wants at least two of those things to involve sustained physical activity. If we do something at 5pm two days in a row, the next day at 5 he will be ready to go. He goes to bed at 10pm. He can be incredibly annoying if he's not getting something he expects. When we leave the dogs with the grand-owners, they report that he stares at them until we return. And wags, grunts, and moans impatiently every couple of minutes.
He also got the Beagley genes that make him a smell hound and a little too good at catching little critters. And short legs and a stocky body.
Lou is also an angry loner. When the family is all hanging out in one place, he will be elsewhere. When he is in the same room as the rest of us, he will sit with his back to us, even if that means his nose is an inch from the wall. We try not to take this personally.
Hobbies: pooping, smelling, yelling, writing angry letters to Congresspeople, updating his shit list.
Worst thing Lou has ever done (besides terrifying small children): One morning, Lou walked himself several blocks, across what you could argue is the busiest city street on campus, to a nearby park. There was a little park in the middle of the doggie ghetto, and the person who had taken him out that morning dozed off on a bench and that was all Lou needed. We found him chasing squirrels, and he came prancing up to me all like, "Heyyy! Glad you could make it! Beautiful day, eh?"
My favorite Lou story: When we were looking to get a puppy, we took Lou down the street and let him interact with several 5-week old littermates, and he kept growling/vocalizing and looking up at us. After scolding him a couple times for this, I looked down and realized that one of the puppies was chewing voraciously on his tail.
Poor Lou Dog. He is misunderstood.
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