Anyway, it suddenly dawned on me that I should call him Murray. Mind you, that name didn't come out of thin air; I had previously jokingly called a cat statue in my house that on a family blog. The more I thought about it, the more it seemed to suit the scruffy-looking miniature schnauzer I was gonna bring into my life.I emailed my sister Patti, asking her what she thought of the name (we were both bored at work and had nothing better to do). She said she liked it but that I really needed to clear it through Christine, since she helped me find the dog and also choose the name Maxx. Oh, okay. Darn. What if she didn't like it? Well, luckily, she didn't give me a hard time about it, even though I had to pronounce it for her a couple times over the phone to get her to understand what I was saying...lol.
So, here I present to you Murray on his first day home...
How could you not love a face like that?
When I went to pick him up, the lady at the animal shelter said how much everyone there just loved him. She had me sign some papers, gave me information about everything he'd gotten while at the shelter, then handed him over to me :)
He was so good in the car on the way home. After I convinced him to get in the car, that is. He sat in the back seat, shaking a bit, and wondering where we were going, but otherwise not crying or anything.
We spent the rest of the night getting to know one another. It was a little bit of a rough-go at first. I was as nervous of him as he was of me. I thought I wasn't gonna get any sleep, because he wasn't taking to the crate too well, but luckily, I read online a suggestion to cover the crate with some fabric to make it feel more like a cave. That did the trick.
And so went our first day.
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