After a four year hiatus in blogging, I've been (consistently) pressured to get back on and share some memories. It's funny how a year of yuck can roll into bouts of laughter as Gavin and Sophia read and reread past posts. 2020 has certainly given us much to consider and even more for which to be thankful. One of these blessings would include our most recent adoption of, what we assume, is a full-bred Plott hound named Shelby. Shelby Lou Stinkybottoms, to be precise.
How do you acquire a doggy with a name like"Shelby Lou Stinkybottoms," you may be wondering? There are a few necessary qualifications that must be checked off the requirement list to have such a nombre. First, you must insist on looking for the absolute cutest doggy face on the internet within a 45-mile radius. You can't give up unless you feel drawn to such a mugshot. Second, you must ensure that you find a pup who has many health issues, wherein you begin asking yourself if you've made the right decision. Because of course, you have. Third, you really need to be on the lookout for the gassiest, stinkiest, laziest, and most stubborn dog on the market. No other will do. To be sure she can fulfill her namely doo-dees, just sit around and wait a minute, and she'll perform right on cue.
Of course, I jest at the journey we've endured in her past six months of residing in our home. Seeking her out was so easy and she fits right into our puzzle-piece of a crazy family. We adore her, smells and all. What more can you ask for, when your eyes are watering from the stench? Not much, that's for sure. You're just thankful she's there to ignore you, sleep, and stare at you to give her (yet) another walk. Greedy little gumdrop, that one.
So, today officially makes her 2020 Doggy Debut to the world. Soon it will be 2021 and the future looks bright for this (almost) euthanized hound. I think she's thankful for that and for us. I'll make sure I ask her between her naps.
