Meet my new puppy dog, Coda.
So my girlfriend and I decided to get a puppy dog! Meet my new dog, Coda. Her name has a few different dimensions to it that I think fit perfectly for the times that be. In the Italian sense, it means “tail”, which is funny because she happens to have a pretty long tail on her. In another sense it refers to the often ending riff of a song (or what writers might equate with the last stunning conclusion chapter in a great book; being treated as a spoiler of sorts by the readers). It’s also similar to the word Eschaton, which is Greek for “The Last Thing,” so there ya go you 2012 apocalypse junkies. ; )
For being a puppy of 9 weeks of age, she is pretty well behaved. It takes patience, but it’s not too hard. We spent a little time with the rest of the litter and picked her because she was the most healthy looking and because her temper was very mellow by comparison to every other dog around. It’s events like adopting a dog with such potential that makes you do things a little different through your day. It’s probably not too dissimilar to raising a kid… except it’s quite a bit cheaper. It’s still just as fun an exercice of sorts. It’s like a form mediation by working your patience to the point where you build greater and greater tolerance for silly behavior. Speaking of silly behavior, the Vice-Presidential debates will be next Thursday, October the 2nd, so be sure to set your Tivo’s and home-made DVR’s to record that highly anticipated SNL spoof.