In the short 2.5 days in Seattle I managed to see quite a few college friends, most of whom are already parents (to real 2-legged offsprings) or will be in the next trimester. I never run out of slimy excuses when confronted with "when's your turn/aren't your ovaries getting old" question, but the truth is it all comes down to good old fear. What if we're incapable of putting someone elses' needs in front of ours? What if we tried to be good parents and we suck? Somebody else will have to pay for our incompetence, and that just doesn't seem right. I just can't make this reconcile in my head... And that's why we got Bryson! I know, I know, dogs are totally different from babies, but at least we get a taste of responsibility for something that lives and breathes other than us, right? If we could manage not to traumatize Bryson too badly, perhaps there will be hope.
One thing I guess I neglected to mention is what kind of dog Bryson is. In the past few days I've heard people describe him as a "stuffed animal", "midget", "that one with the weird tailess butt". Well, in case you're wondering too, he's a Pembroke Welsh Corgi. They belong to the herding group, are extremely intelligent (that's why the corgi in Cowboy Bebop is named "Ein"), and typically born tailess (as opposed to their cousin the Cardigan Welsh Corgi). They're bred to resemble a lowered truck so they can herd cattles efficiently while dodging their kicks.
His owner decided they didn't want to keep him despite of his dashing good looks since his kids (he's fathered 2 litters) tend to have big heads and "fluffy" (curly) hair that didn't meet show standards (though they'd make cute mascots). Plus they already have another 3 stud dogs, one of which will only breed with "approved bitches" (I'm not kidding, click on the weblink and read for yourself; he's actually Bryson's dad and apparently his genes are so good they don't want weird mongrel-looking kids and spoil the bloodline....geez)
I admit that despite of all the reading and Dog-Whisperer-ing I've done, when it comes to dog's behavior and habits, I'm totally clueless. I always thought that dogs curl up and sleep like Snoopy, but Bryson apparently prefers to sleep like this and can snore like a train:
We're going to try to start the New Year tomorrow by taking Bryson hiking, followed by a luxurious home spa bath; all to get him ready for the Big Day (Jan 2) when he's going to say goodbye forever to his testicles...