Dogs Named After Dylan Songs Tend To Be Eccentric

Or so I generalize. Six years ago this Sunday Tim and I decided to get a dog, but we couldn't agree on which breed we wanted. We'd talked about it for years, two of which were spent on waiting lists for a Bernese Mountain Dog. On one hot and crazy day we made the decidedly unSolomonic decision to get one of each, which in the long run is a smart move. Two dogs will keep one another company and their weight stays down with a constant playmate to chase after. Plus, it just rounds out our eccentric family group nicely.

Quinn is an American Eskimo. And he is a freak. He can open every interior door in our house, understands what the letters T-R-E-A-T spell and has spent the last three months hunting a lizard he once saw under the hosereel in the backyard.

The worst part of it is that he likes to be ornamented. The first three weeks that we had him he insisted on wearing a cat collar that had a little bell. In one of my daily dogabuse rituals I draped a yellow towel over his back.

He seemed to think it looked pretty, and kept it on. For two hours. Now, whenever he sees a yellow towel, he sticks his neck out and asks to have it put back on.


Lacy, remember when I said one of our dogs was Village People-y? Well, this would be him.

(P.S. This is my happy post for the day. I think.)