What happens in the mountains, does not stay in the mountains

Having lost my little man a month back, we have been weighing out pet options. We have two little lady ferrets, one young terror, and the other a deaf, dumb and blind girl living on borrowed time. We have been tossing around the idea about a small dog. Maybe a chihuahua mix. With that, The Mrs. has been scouring the Petfinder.com site for a rescue and finally just signed up for their daily email. The shortest distance you can search is 100 miles. She has been doing advanced calculus to determine the proper ratio of distance to cuteness to determine if the drive is worth it for a dog. Wednesday she got a picture of a litter of puppies that were supposedly chihuahua mix, in Wilkesboro. They looked like tiny golden labs. Then came an email from another foster mom, also in Wilkesboro. These were Pekingese mixes. So we then looked at the puppies in the pound in Wilkes county. There were a couple of cuties. A trip was planned. We woke up early Saturday so we could get up to Wilkesboro in time to see the Pekingese pups before their foster mom was off to an adoption fair that she was not brining the puppies to, as they are only 5 weeks. Then make a beeline for that same fair because the Chihuahua pups were there but leaving at noon and then make it to the pound before they closed at noon as well. First stop, the Pekingese pups were so cute and so little. We just had piles of them in our laps. The Mrs. had them crawling all over her. I managed to put every puppy that ended up in my lap to sleep straight away. Mom was on site and definitely a Pekingese mutt of some form. Not the prettiest dog but cute enough. The puppies had the hallmarks of an Australian Shepperd. Probably bigger than we wanted but adorable. Next we were on our way to the pet fair. Chihuahua my foot, they were gonna be big. Those puppies looked like labs, but cute nonetheless. As we spoke to them it became clear they had not seen mom or dad. And last stop was the pound. Oh and I forgot to mention we also had planned to stop in Huntersville on the way back to check out a one year old Chihuahua-Dachshund mix. Meanwhile, back at the pound, a stop we did not have the highest hopes for, we found a cute little Chihuahua mix named Tanner. We are guessing he got this name because, wait for it, he is indeed tan. So we played with him a little bit and decided he was what we were looking for. His profile was Chihuahua - Feist mix. While looking into the Feist we learned it is basically a purebred mutt from Southern Appalachia used for hunting squirrel. We are, however, pretty sure he is Chihuahua - Corgi. On the way home he sat in The Mrs.'s lap and we decided to name him Peabody. Full name, Lord Peabody - Earl of NoDa. We had not planned on actually coming home with a dog and were then struck with our need to go to the pet store and get our new guy kitted out. And when they see you walk in with a dog on a training leash, they know. You walk in with sucker written on your forehead plain as day. So we got all the requisite crap you need. Leashes, beds, food and the like. Then we were off to the house. First day was good. No pee or deuce in the house. As one would imagine our first field trip in the neighborhood was to the bar. So, down to the Revolution we headed, confident in the knowledge that we were now truly integrated into the neighborhood, we have a dog. He is very well behaved. Also, a little on the needy side. But, with all he's been through it is to be expected. And, for the Fourth the Chelseas will be coming by as well as the Whisk(e)ys who will be bringing their puppy for a play date. I hope she's fixed. Peabody is still all man, For now. The moral of the story is get yourself a pound puppy or rescue. On an only tangentially related note, while at the Revolution I got myself the new summer beer from Rogue. It is a honey ale. It's quite good with the honey adding more of an earthiness, rather than sweetness. Definitely a good summer session beer at just over 5% ABV.