We named him Angel and he's living up to the name (for the most part).
When Kale was born it took us about two months to come up with a name that befitted his deliciousness, hardiness and astounishing nutritional value to the soul. But for those two months I was hounding Craig (ha, ha) that we should name hime "Angel". But Craig said no because a) it's his turn to name a kid and b) growing up with such a name might cause too much pressure on him to feel compelled to become a professional baseball player. So I did what I do. I pouted.
I pouted and vowed one day, oh yes, one day, I will have a miniature daschund named Angel. Or a at least a Newfoundland.
I did a lot of research into the breed and then into breeders and found one who has a cult like following and holds the genetic fixings for some celebrity status pups. I told her I wanted the world's chillest little hot dog and she suggested picking from an upcoming litter composed from a love match of a really laid-back duo and so we waited for that one.
I told Edie my idea of Angel for a name for the puppy and she insisted that the puppy has to be white in order for the name to be legit. I thought it would be pretty slim chance that a white puppy would happen considering that mama was pitch black and the dada was black and tan. In a litter of six, five of them pretty much black, a little cream guy was born - eeks! Angel!
I called the breeder at eight in the morning screaming "I'll take the cream!" and she was kind enough to appease me. And he is fitting in really smoothly too. Happy little guy. But then I realized my mentor, Goddess Leonie, has a pup named Angel too. Coincidence? Or am I just one step closer to my cult member status. Want to join me in the Goddess circle? Her Creative Goddess ecourse begins tomorrow and with membership you get all the courses for free. I love that. (I also love being an affiate by the way because this is authentic gushing you're reading here.)
The final phase of membership, after finding yourself a cream or white puppy and naming it Angel, is the forehead tatoo but you can do what I did and just get your family members to promise to stop you before it gets to that point.
Much love,
Kathy
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