Heyas,
Well, the naming situaton resolved itself, finally. I really, really did not wanna call that boy Max. Naming animals is a very picky process for me, as I'm firmly convinced that animals should have names that fit them, as well as hold some meaning for their human companions. Any road, I was having a fun night with D tonight...just trying to figure out what the new furball is, exactly by entering various dog breeds into Google images and trying to find puppy pix that resemble him. I mean, he's obviously a bona fide Heinz (y'know, 57 varieties? Yes, I'm a dork), but we finally decided he's mostly Golden Retriever (with his coloring, head shape, and fluffy coat) mixed with Border Collie (ears, muzzle, and general attitude and intelligence). Found some pictures of Golden/Border mixes that look just like him and the other two in the litter.
So...plus side, both breeds tend to be incredibly sweet, smart, and loyal, as well as great family dogs. Down side....Border Collies are very intense. Very, VERY intense. He'll probably require a lot of stimulation and entertainment. Which will be good when I have the Imp to run around with him, but will require me to become more active than I currently am. Which isn't a bad thing, now that I think about it. Hehe, can't wait to take the little guy to the beach!
Any road, so after our totally scientific and not at all subjective diagnosis of what his parents were, we're clicking through a website that literally lists thousands of dog names and calling out random ones that appeal to us.
Milo
Lancelot
Radar
Finley
And then all of a sudden, I come upon it. THE name. The perfect name that suits him just right, fits ME just perfectly, and is so blindingly excellent that I can't believe I had to find it on a website instead of it occuring to me right off the bat.
So, my new baby's name is officially: Tarot.
Score :)
On the Imp-front, I'm going to make an appointment with my OBGYN on Monday...I'm going to go ahead and start my paperwork with Midwest. I'm not sure when exactly I'm going to try again. I might end up waiting 'til next summer after all...it would give me a chance to get some excess weight off (I'm healthy, but I'm a very large woman...it sure as hell wouldn't hurt anything). Plus, I think I need a checkup anyway...I've had the weirdest sensations in my pelvic/abdominal region lately. Things just feel...tight sometimes. Like there's something hard in my guts...but things don't feel hard when I press. It happens frequently enough that it feels weird to sleep on my stomach anymore (and I'm an avowed stomach-sleeper)--not painful, just strange. Weirder still, I've been having the most bizarre gas pangs when I turn on my side...strongest I've ever felt in my life. Last night, it was like someone had reached inside my guts and was walking their fingers up and down my lower ribs and hip...like hard. I'm kind of worried, actually. My sister has IBS and was diagnosed with Crohn's this year. *sigh* That's the last thing I need to deal with right now.
If it ain't one thing, it's another, eh? At least I'll have a cute puppy to snuggle with soon.
Well, the naming situaton resolved itself, finally. I really, really did not wanna call that boy Max. Naming animals is a very picky process for me, as I'm firmly convinced that animals should have names that fit them, as well as hold some meaning for their human companions. Any road, I was having a fun night with D tonight...just trying to figure out what the new furball is, exactly by entering various dog breeds into Google images and trying to find puppy pix that resemble him. I mean, he's obviously a bona fide Heinz (y'know, 57 varieties? Yes, I'm a dork), but we finally decided he's mostly Golden Retriever (with his coloring, head shape, and fluffy coat) mixed with Border Collie (ears, muzzle, and general attitude and intelligence). Found some pictures of Golden/Border mixes that look just like him and the other two in the litter.
So...plus side, both breeds tend to be incredibly sweet, smart, and loyal, as well as great family dogs. Down side....Border Collies are very intense. Very, VERY intense. He'll probably require a lot of stimulation and entertainment. Which will be good when I have the Imp to run around with him, but will require me to become more active than I currently am. Which isn't a bad thing, now that I think about it. Hehe, can't wait to take the little guy to the beach!
Any road, so after our totally scientific and not at all subjective diagnosis of what his parents were, we're clicking through a website that literally lists thousands of dog names and calling out random ones that appeal to us.
Milo
Lancelot
Radar
Finley
And then all of a sudden, I come upon it. THE name. The perfect name that suits him just right, fits ME just perfectly, and is so blindingly excellent that I can't believe I had to find it on a website instead of it occuring to me right off the bat.
So, my new baby's name is officially: Tarot.
Score :)
On the Imp-front, I'm going to make an appointment with my OBGYN on Monday...I'm going to go ahead and start my paperwork with Midwest. I'm not sure when exactly I'm going to try again. I might end up waiting 'til next summer after all...it would give me a chance to get some excess weight off (I'm healthy, but I'm a very large woman...it sure as hell wouldn't hurt anything). Plus, I think I need a checkup anyway...I've had the weirdest sensations in my pelvic/abdominal region lately. Things just feel...tight sometimes. Like there's something hard in my guts...but things don't feel hard when I press. It happens frequently enough that it feels weird to sleep on my stomach anymore (and I'm an avowed stomach-sleeper)--not painful, just strange. Weirder still, I've been having the most bizarre gas pangs when I turn on my side...strongest I've ever felt in my life. Last night, it was like someone had reached inside my guts and was walking their fingers up and down my lower ribs and hip...like hard. I'm kind of worried, actually. My sister has IBS and was diagnosed with Crohn's this year. *sigh* That's the last thing I need to deal with right now.
If it ain't one thing, it's another, eh? At least I'll have a cute puppy to snuggle with soon.
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