I may not have a man...

...But I got a dog! I adopted a dog from the Humane Society this week. This was what was listed as her description:

"Hi my name is Shyla and I am an adorable little Chihuahua/ Terrier mix. I only weigh about 8 pounds, but have a big personality. I am currently living in a foster home where they say I am an incredible little dog. Not much is known about my past, but I am a happy and loving little girl. I love everybody and love to be around my humans. I love to follow my humans around the house and just keep them company. I am well behaved and laid back. I am good with the bathroom, good on the leash, and good in the car. My foster parents go to work and leave me loose in the house and I do great. I get along great with dogs my size to great big dogs. I am good with cats as well. I am quiet around the house and wish nothing more than to give you my love and companionship. 

While I have been in foster care, it has been found that I have a collapsed trachea. This is common in small breeds and will not affect me living a long, healthy, and normal life. It is necessary that I remain on Hydrocodone medicine to help alleviate my coughing due to the collapsed trachea. This medicine needs to be taken daily for the rest of my life and is about $15 a month. In addition, it is important that a harness be used on me versus a regular collar. My exercise level should also be more relaxed. All of this combined will help me be comfortable and will lead to me living a perfectly normal life.

I am such a happy and confident little dog that does great with all I meet. My foster parents say that I have been such an easy dog to have in the house. I would do great with most families and would just love to find the home that I can give my huge heart to. 

I called the foster Mom last Saturday and she told me that a family was set to meet Shyla on Tuesday night. She said they told her they had a Shitzu that was sometimes aggressive with other dogs but they wanted to meet Shyla and see what happens. She said they sounded very nice and she told them they could meet. We agreed that the foster Mom would call me if it didn't work out. Operation Shyla then went into full effect. I had her picture on my phone. I forwarded to my friends. There was praying, there was a picture on the fridge at Polly's, there was postive thinking...It was a major test of my patience. On Tuesday night I got a call from the foster Mom--The other dog did not do well with Shyla. She wanted to know if I was still interested! I went on meet her on Wednesday night. She was tiny and cute as could be.  We met in a room to see if it was a "match". I already knew it was as I got on the floor and played with her. I looked at her eyes and knew it!

I suspect it has been evident in my blog postings that I have been kinda sad lately. I'm not sure what it was--I know I have my health, my sissie, great friends, job, house, cool cats...I just felt blah. I was even put on Zoloft. I found that rather than feeling better I was even more blah. Being the typical nurse, I started to wean myself off and THEN I called the doctor to see what she thought. She told me that you can stop Zoloft pretty quick and I did. I totally feel like my old self and I have to say who needs a fucking pill when you have...

I hope my identity is still all incognito since this picture is blurry. By the way--I got the dress at Target! Liberty of London! $34.99!, but I digress.

Let's get to the name: Shyla. I googled it and Shyla Stylez is a porn star.

hmmm...I didn't like it. My niece told me it sounded like when I would do an impression of cajuns with the "how ya doin thar Sha?" Time for a name change. The leash and harness the foster Mom gave me had a daisy on it. There it was--DAISY! Daisy the Antidepressant Dog™!