i’m going to spoil her like she’s my niece. oh wait, she sort of is.

on saturday, i joined sim on yet another segment of “mission: adopt a puppy.” every saturday, petsmart has an adoption center bring in 10-15 dogs and puppies for people to interact with and, hopefully, take home with them. after six weekends of checking them out and being unsuccessful, lucky saturday number seven was the day he brought home a lab-boxer mix puppy named holly.

po po be creepin'

holly quickly became known as po, much to everyone’s confusion.

he named her after some snowboard thing.  i have no idea.

this past saturday also happened to be the day he was moving into a new place, so i took po to my apartment and we pretty much napped the entire day. i think she linked “sleeping” with “cavy’s lap,” because she wouldn’t lie down anywhere else, and as soon as i sat somewhere she’d launch herself into my lap and promptly close her eyes.

sunday he was still moving stuff over to the new place, so i stayed at his old place with her and played, played, played all day long until she passed out like a drunken freshman on one of the couch cushions.  i had to set her onto it so i’d be able to move around and do other things.

i'm in love.

the best part about being the aunt and not the mom is the end of day drop off. i don’t have to get up in the middle of the night to take her outside, or be the one to put her in the crate and leave her alone for periods of time while she whines.

and of course, when i brought her back, she went right through sim’s front door, spun in a circle, and dumped a sizable pile of crap right onto the foyer floor.

she definitely made the right choice there.

welcome to your new home, po!