October 27, 2010
If Jared J. Lawson ever doubts my love and devotion, I certainly won't need to say anything in my own defense. I'll just point to this guy:
He's five months old, he's a German Shorthaired Pointer, and in a very strange moment of longing to fill the dog-shaped hole in my husband's life, I bought him a bird hunting dog. You know, something to match the shotgun I impulse-bought for him back in 2008.
I pulled up in front of Jared's office with the puppy perched in Maggie's car seat, and you should have seen Jared's face--it was a mix between 'Oh my word, as soon as I get a pick-up truck, all of my wildest dreams will be true!' and 'I just whizzed in my britches!' Because he did--he took an involuntary leak right there in his work pants.
The puppy's still nameless. James and I settled on Heeza Trigger Von Lawson Doodle (Trigger for short), but apparently that name's not fancy enough for Jared's super refined taste--you know, flannel and blaze orange and whatnot.
Trigger's still not off the table completely, but Jake's up there, too. And so is Coach, and Moxie, and Doc, and Baxter.
And now, I'm officially opening the floor for suggestions with the Second Ever "Lawsons did Dallas!" Dog Naming Contest.
(Remember this guy? I wonder how he's doing...I actually think about him a lot.)
(You can see the first contest here. It's so vintage. If you remember it, you're totally a super fan.)