boomer marsh, soon boomer watts

my parents have agreed to house boomer!  i think, in the end, this works out well as they have a huge backyard and my mom's schedule as a teacher allows her to walk them two or three times a day.  boomer also loves to play with newton, one of their dogs, and loves the beach, which is just twenty minutes away.

Boomer, all ready to go the beach.

now we just have to get boomer to use a doggie door.  chris and i spent a few hours over labor day weekend trying to get her adjusted just in case.  it was a big fat failure.

outside sat chris, coaxing and calling for boomer.  i was inside, lifting the flap, pushing her nose against it so she could see how NOT scary it all was.

chris: 'come on boomer!'

kate: 'here you go, pup, go on through! you can do it!'

to no avail.  she wasn't budging.

she might get the hang of it, after two years there.

or our parents might get really good at mopping their floor.

eep.

oh, boomer, boomer

...where should we send you?

when we first started considering joining the peace corps, two big question arose: what do we do with the dog and the house?

of course, chris is super concerned with the house and i, i'm desperately worried about missing my boom boom, my boomshakalaka, my boomalicious.

(not that chris isn't concerned, or doesn't care. he's just thinking about more practical things like how we rent out a house in a housing climate like this one.)

you see, it's because of me that we have this pup and it's so now me eating crow because chris said we should wait a bit longer to get a dog.  and now, here we are, with our adorable, spastic pup and potentially leaving for 27 months.

both of our families might be willing to house her.  my parents have two dogs and my mom always says if she could adopt up whole humane societies she would.  chris' family would probably gladly take her as well.

guess i ought to clarify this assumption first!