Theresa has decided to get a dog, so last night Sarah and I spent a couple of glorious hours talking to her on speakerphone while we all sifted through pictures of adoptable dogs online. We were looking for something that was docile enough to live in an apartment, but also scary-looking enough to ward off any would-be attackers.
This dog does not fit that description, but he is the light of my life. His name is Hampton and he is a 15 pound Corgi mix.
The website for the Humane Society of Richardson, Texas included a detailed description of Hampton's behavior, likes and dislikes.
Here are a few examples of the sort of things listed in the report:
- Hampton is housebroken.
- Hampton knows his name.
- Hampton does not dig.
Then, inconspicuously tucked away in a corner, there was this one:
- Hampton steals things.
Trying to pull the wool over our eyes, weren't ya, Richardson Humane Society! WELL IT DIDN'T WORK.
But it DID inspire us to make up a game where we pretend we're reading a personal ad for a grown man named Hampton. Let's say for argument's sake that he looks like Jerry O'Connell.
- Hampton is allowed on the furniture.
- Hampton does not get sick in cars.
- Hampton likes to have his belly rubbed.
- Hampton jumps on people.
- Hampton does not lick you excessively.