Ethel Meets Maggie

When we first adopted Ethel, she was terrified of a neighbor’s pug.  As you can see, she’s made progress.  Once they sorted out the canine politics, she and Maggie played nonstop during old friends’ Randall and Betsy’s visit.  This was one of the most enjoyable holiday seasons in recent memory.  Course my memory isn’t what it used to be.

Ethel & Her Weird Friends

Ethel invites the most interesting people over.  Here she is with Mei Leng and Jesse.  Mei Leng is explaining what she wants to do to George Bush.  The snappy dresser is Jess.  Yeah.  The man’s wearing a skirt and an un-American hat.  Ethel, the head of this sleeper cell, listens attentively with her right ear (behind Jesse).  No one has explained the glowing eyes looking out of the pile of coats on the radiator to the left of Jesse’s head.  A terrorist, you think?  Happy Thanksgiving, everyone.  Now go buy something.

Say hello to Ethel

We have a new member of the family, Ethel, an 11-month-old border collie mix who loves people, hates cars, and loves to walk.  So as you can see, we already have a lot in common.  Sarah and I saw her on Sunday at the SPCA, but when our backs were turned, another couple were with her in the adoption room.  Unable to imagine anyone not adopting her, we left thinking we’d missed our chance.  I returned on Tuesday (they’re closed Mondays) and there she was saying, please, please, please:

Naturally I brought her home.  Here she is out of the slammer:

Note the blurry tail.  It typically wags so forcefully as to throw her off balance.  Ethel was her shelter name, but it suits her, and after I watched the third affectionate volunteer wishing her farewell—Ethel! Ethel! Ethel!—I decided to stick with a name that clearly had such positive associations.