If you’ve ever tried to take a picture of a puppy, you’ll understand this photo viscerally.
No image manipulation involved. We seem to have settled on his name as “Benji,” which was the name of the beautiful but personality-challenged dog we rescued (with permission) from our troglodyte property-squatting neighbors.
Suggestion inspired by our Uruguayan-American friend Isabel, who recalled that I once said all dogs in Uruguay were named Benny, because when owners call them they say ¡vení! (come!), which seems to be a Rioplatense Spanish conjugation. (If you can clarify, please do!)
Welcome to the family, Benji!
🙂
Yes I like that logic very much. One day I shall meet Benji/!veni! (can’t do upside down !)
And, what do Gita and Bandito think about this new addition? And the cat?
Gita, no sweat. Bandido had him terrorized at first, but then we put Bandido out front, Gave Benji the run of the house, and when B came back in, he was OK. He still has occasional issues, but that’s the breed. I haven’t seen any particular interaction with Oscar, who remains pretty aloof about this new intruder. To his credit, Benji is very mellow.
Just got a new pup myself. Her name is Betty, pretty close.:-)
Nice! Not quite worthy of a blog post, but the after the first night, despite being let out very early, I could smell that Benji had crapped in the house somewhere (all tile floors, so not as potentially drastic as up north). I looked around the living room, dining room, in my office (our Shi-tzuh’s favorite spot), and found nothing. So where had he gone? Directly in front of the toilet in the downstairs bathroom. Can’t get upset at a dog like that!
Hey, you should have left the lid open,
then he could have used the toilet.
NEVER EVER DOGGIES FAULT !!!
Oh but I did. I think the seat might have even been down to make it easier, lid up. Ja doch.