Pokey the dog has discovered the mud. At least she's having fun. Since Wrinkles died I had my chance to mourn him, but Cas and I knew that we couldn't live 'dogless'. I thought we were going to wait a year, but then Cas called one day to tell me that she had found a puppy, and that I was sure to like her - in fact, if I didn't like her, Cas announced that she would be leaving me.
Fortunately, I did like her. What's not to like? She's a little black goldendoodle (cross between a golden retriever and a standard poodle), currently 5 months, one week old, and growing like a little proverbial weed. We named her "Pokey" after Gumby's pony pal, but we also like to say that it's short for Polkeroo - from the Polka Dot Door, a Canadian kid's show from the seventies.
I have to say, though, the Polkaroo is a pretty scary beast. Don't know if we really want to name her for that.
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