My soon to be Best Pal

This is going to be my new buddy. I visited him for the first time today at his farm out in Kentucky. As his eyes are not yet open, I'm just hoping he'll remember my smell. When I set him back down his mom sniffed at him the most so I figure I must've left some kind of scent on him. He was all snuggly though--I like to think it was us bonding, but as he was sleeping under a heat lamp, it's more likely he was just trying to stay warm. I can appreciate that too. So I talked to his mom and told her to take good care of him and said I would do the same. I talked with his dad, who was much more interested in just the fact a human was hanging out with him and his six other pals than in my promises of good care. Then I spoke with a bulldog, named Bella, who was going through a rough emotional time as she had a c-section and lost her only pup. I told her I was sorry and petted her velvet head.

All and all, a good day.

I'm now debating about the spelling of Orion's name. Orion or Orien. The trouble with Orion is my brain says, "Onion". I don't want to think my dog is an onion. (He looks like a potato presently but that'll change). Orien however says, "O'Brien" in my head and I'm reminded of my fifth grade boyfriend. Tough things to contemplate.

:) He comes home early February. I just realized February is spelled with two "r's". I pronounce it Feb-u-ary. Not, Feb Brew Airy. Weird. Anyways, Feb it is, and then it's he and I--in it for the long haul.