Chip on her shoulder...
We have a new addition to the family. About noon, Lorretta and I went to Half-Price books to meet ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
reudaly. We were giving her one of my spare wireless routers. She has a friend staying with her and they both have been sharing a single internet connection. Since both were using it for work, obviously they needed a router. My spares work pretty well and I certainly won't miss one, so off we went.
We synced up withreudaly and nimrodjcs, delivered the router, and chatted with them for a while before they had to hie off to a family birthday party. Lorretta and I wandered Half-Price for a bit, bought a few books, then left. As we were leaving, Lorretta asked me to put the books in the car while she went to the PetLand next door. Considering we have a dog, two cockatiels, and an indeterminate number of fish, pet store visits are a semi-frequent activity for us.
After dropping off our books, I went in and she immediately called me over. She had found a cute golden-colored long hair dachshund. Lorretta has had a bit of an urge for a small house dog for a couple of years, made stronger by her adventures rescuing and bonding with a small injured dog back during the middle of FenCon III (luckily, we found the dog's owners and returned her to them. They were happy, but Lorretta was a little bummed at "losing" a dog that she quickly bonded with. )
I didn't think much of Lorretta showing me the cute little dachshund and went on my way to check out the baby cockatiels and parrots. A bit later, one of the store's employees calls out to me "Sir! Sir! Your wife needs you right now!" I rush over and Lorretta is sitting in the "socialization area" playing with the dachshund. I knew that look and it was too late. She had bonded with the puppy. I tried to play it cool and conservative and "maybe you should think about this" but I knew it was too late. After a couple of hours of hassling with credit checks, shopping for puppy supplies, and straightening out checkout register confusion, we had puppy in hand and were in our "new parent" briefing with the store's animal expert. More paper-signing ensued and then the nice young "expert" waved an electronic wand over the puppy. She said she had to get the ID number off of the chip implanted in the puppy's back.
Lorretta had never heard of anything like that. I had and of course my smart-alec gene kicked in and I popped off with "You ought to call him Chip." It stuck. So meet the newest addition to our family: Micro-Chip. Chip for short.
Apparently he likes crawling up on shoulders:
contentreudaly. We were giving her one of my spare wireless routers. She has a friend staying with her and they both have been sharing a single internet connection. Since both were using it for work, obviously they needed a router. My spares work pretty well and I certainly won't miss one, so off we went.We synced up with
reudaly and nimrodjcs, delivered the router, and chatted with them for a while before they had to hie off to a family birthday party. Lorretta and I wandered Half-Price for a bit, bought a few books, then left. As we were leaving, Lorretta asked me to put the books in the car while she went to the PetLand next door. Considering we have a dog, two cockatiels, and an indeterminate number of fish, pet store visits are a semi-frequent activity for us.After dropping off our books, I went in and she immediately called me over. She had found a cute golden-colored long hair dachshund. Lorretta has had a bit of an urge for a small house dog for a couple of years, made stronger by her adventures rescuing and bonding with a small injured dog back during the middle of FenCon III (luckily, we found the dog's owners and returned her to them. They were happy, but Lorretta was a little bummed at "losing" a dog that she quickly bonded with. )
I didn't think much of Lorretta showing me the cute little dachshund and went on my way to check out the baby cockatiels and parrots. A bit later, one of the store's employees calls out to me "Sir! Sir! Your wife needs you right now!" I rush over and Lorretta is sitting in the "socialization area" playing with the dachshund. I knew that look and it was too late. She had bonded with the puppy. I tried to play it cool and conservative and "maybe you should think about this" but I knew it was too late. After a couple of hours of hassling with credit checks, shopping for puppy supplies, and straightening out checkout register confusion, we had puppy in hand and were in our "new parent" briefing with the store's animal expert. More paper-signing ensued and then the nice young "expert" waved an electronic wand over the puppy. She said she had to get the ID number off of the chip implanted in the puppy's back.
Lorretta had never heard of anything like that. I had and of course my smart-alec gene kicked in and I popped off with "You ought to call him Chip." It stuck. So meet the newest addition to our family: Micro-Chip. Chip for short.
Apparently he likes crawling up on shoulders:
