Several of you have noticed the slight change between singular and plural when speaking about the canine population of Chez Saintcrow. You are very observant, my little chickadees, and it fills me with glee to be able to announce the advent of a companion for Miss B.
Dear Readers, please welcome Odd Trundles.
Odd came to us very small and very uncertain, but has since gained a spectacular amount of weight. He is about nine months old and weighs as much as Miss B. Unfortunately (well, fortunately for the rest of us) Miss B is far quicker and more agile, and besides has the brainpower necessary to keep both of them reasonably out of trouble.
Odd has almost died a few times now–the cat fished the only remaining piece of rawhide in the house out from under the couch, and offered it to him because he loves to cheeeeeew soooooo much. Needless to say, it got stuck, and that required an endoscopy and X-rays and oh my God. Then there was the sudden advent of spinal pain–bulldog puppies often have spinal anomalies, and while they’re growing between six and eight months of age things can shift and pinch and get irritated. So there were painkillers and steroids and muscle relaxers, and carrying a poor puppy outside at night to pee. Oh, and then there was something that might have been a seizure that ended up with him aspirating some of his own vomit and the risk of pneumonia–you know, stepping into the vet ER covered in dog mess and holding a 45lb bulldog puppy who is trying to breathe and not having much luck is a, let’s say, exotic experience.
Despite all that, little Odd is still snuffling around the weary earth. Not only does he snuffle and endlessly investigate every nook and cranny–this is, along with eating, his life’s work–but he also has Adventures.
Lots of Adventures. There was, for example, Odd Trundles and the Vanishing Kibble. Odd Trundles and the Zombie Gnome. Odd Trundles and the Grooming of the Mad Tortie. There are several adventures featuring Napoleon!Squirrel, who seems to delight in taunting and tormenting a certain wiggly little bulldog puppy and only narrowly escaping Miss B’s silent deadly jaws by a hair each time. Odd Trundles and Miss B’s Patience is an ongoing adventure, for he’s sort of the Laurel to B’s Hardy, if you get my drift. (Like I said, it’s a good thing she has brainpower to spare for both of them.) I believe Miss B often thinks of Odd as a particularly dim-witted and shorthaired sheep that needs constant assistance. This means, of course, that they suit each other perfectly.
Odd’s a very winning creature. Entire veterinary offices swoon over his sweet self. The wriggling he performs when he meets his friends–and every human being is Odd’s friend; Miss B is more a dog’s dog who will watchfully tolerate strange humans, while Odd likes other canines well enough but will go to slobbering pieces over every new person he meets–shakes his entire heavy-shouldered body with paroxysms of joy so intense I’m almost afraid he’ll expire with sheer glee and goodwill. His Kryptonite, if you’ll pardon the expression, is simply solitude.
For Odd Trundles does not like to be alone. And his first adventure, Odd Trundles and the Pit-and-Pendulum, very much illustrates this.
I’ll tell you about it when I come back. In the meantime, dear Readers, please welcome Odd Trundles.