Stella!

Ok so to follow up the previous puppy-related post, this post is about Stella, the first pup we found. As I mentioned before, she was turned out onto the street by some rotten people who will probably burn in some sort of Puppy-Abuser Hell which I like to imagine also caters to the likes of Michael Vick and Clowns. Clowns belong there too. Don't argue with me, they just do.

So this little puppy found herself down on her luck, crying outside our house looking for a little love, a little kibble and a place to rest her paws. And because we are not going to Puppy-Abuser Hell, we were happy to accommodate. She was hungry, thirsty and exhausted. We introduced her to the dogs and started throwing around names for her, because we thought constantly referring to her as That Puppy those Wanks threw out would give her a complex. I'm not sure how we landed on Stella but I believe it involved a conversation about The Golden Girls and how we couldn't very well name her after Rue McClanahan because her character was a whore and she didn't seem like a Betty or a Bea, and everyone knows Estelle Getty's character was the best Golden Girl and from there we ended on Stella.

Stella. It worked out well because whenever we went looking for her in the yard, E or I would do our best ode to Tennessee Williams and bellow "STELLA!" all Stanley Kowalski styles. It was great fun even if the neighbors do think we have some sort of weird Canadian Tourette's now. They were looking at us sideways anyways for even bothering with the poor dog.

All's well that end's well, though. We found a lovely home for Miss Stella out in Algarrobo (the town next to ours) with a very nice lady who works at one of the hardware stores there. She'll be coming back to us in a couple months so that we can take her to get sterilized. A happy puppy if ever there was one.