Norma, shut up!

Got a new dog this afternoon. It’s my first dog. Wife insisted on a girl (no juicy red rockets), so we got a girl. Wife insisted on something sort of small, we got something sort of small. Wife insisted on a non-shedder, we got a non-shedder.

Dog’s name is Norma, after my wife’s grandmother. I came up with the name. Grandma Norma is neither soft nor cute (without saying much more, she’s sort of the opposite), but she’s 90-something years old, and has never had a namesake. Hence, the dog.

We got the dog at 3 pm. It’s now midnight. Thus far:

• She’s vomited on the kitchen floor.

• Peed and pooped in her cage.

• Peed on the floor.

• Barked incessantly.

I’m not saying I’m miserable, but if anyone knows of a studio or one-bedroom apartment in the New York area that doesn’t accept pets, please let me know.

4 thoughts on “Norma, shut up!”

  1. pets are weird. i don’t understand the need to have an animal in the house with me. if i am lonely i will find another human and invite them over. in general, they don’t puke on the floor (notable exceptions exist), don’t pee on the floor (notable exceptions exist), and will eventually be quiet (notable exceptions exist).

    ARF! ARF ARF ARF! ARF!
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    ARF! ARF!

  2. Bichon mix? Cockerdoodle? Something that has poodle or bichon or something in there? Am I close?

    Moxy is almost 3. She still barks incessantly, has finally figured out that carpet is offlimits for the peeing and pooping (though that nice cool hardwood floor and kitchen tile still hold appeal) and vomits periodically for no good reason (though usually at 4 a.m. and loudly).

    Somehow we love her anyway. As will you. Maybe they can meet and torture each other instead.

    Good luck!

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