Yesterday evening Sheryl joined me for a spring trunk show of Amber Marie Bently’s new line of Jewelry at the W Hotel in San Francisco. As the evening ran down, Kattya and Patrick, friends and owners of the new pet boutique CheekoB, walked fashionably 3 hours late into the main lobby towing a mysterious black SleepyPod.
Once I saw it, I knew it was a puppy. I’ve been missing dog’s for quite some time, stuck with the typical apartment cat that is easily maintainable but not much for the social life of beaches and parks; though I don’t know how well I’ll do with a baby around the house. Kattya walked in with hello’s all around, and with a quick zipper escape, out pops a gentle 10 week old Brussels Griffon.
Kryptonite for Sheryl – the one dog she’s talked about wanting for years (more than just their association with ewoks). Sheryl picked up who they named ‘Hobo’ from Kattya’s arms, and she sat there cuddling it, staring at me the whole time. After some debate about the issue, I told her if she wanted it that she would have to take care of it and go ahead. We agreed to take the puppy for the evening, and pay them $1200 for the little guy with papers to come.
We packed him tight in the SleepyPod for the evening (we’ll return it in the morning) since he was shaking all over. I noticed a bit of mucous on the snout, but Kattya said most puppies have a little one and not to concern ourselves… and welcome to parenthood.