Beans.

Upon my incessant urging, Tanner and I have made Wednesday ours.

We’ve both been working so much lately I thought it would be healthy if we both had a concrete day we could devote to sleeping in, or running errands, or….vegging. It sounds super slothful but it really has been so good for us, and we’ve only enacted the practice for two weeks, and we’ve gotten a lot done around the house (apartment) consequently.

Moreover, yesterday was Wednesday! For our day off, we made the arduous  journey to the animal shelter on Bataan Memorial and looked at prospective pooches. It was heart wrenching for Tanner because the place was filled with beautiful Pit Bulls but our apartment requires that we not adopt a pet that weighs over 25 lbs, I doubt we could fudge that rule very much with a dog of that size. He’s resigned himself to obey that rule.
So we’re looking and having the time of our lives petting every single dog there, and a rustle beneath the shredded newpaper stole our hearts.

Oreo, as the pound has dubbed her, is a little white terrier with a black patch over one eye (any one of you who knew in middle school knows that I can relate).  She’s only four months old and super sweet. Also very energetic but I’d be worried about a puppy that wasn’t.

We looked around some more but both knew that this was the dog for us. So we set the adoption in motion. “Oreo” is currently waiting at the shelter, for some surgery;-)

Tanner and his brother, Tabor, have always had a knack for naming their pets the perfect name. Mr. Pants, a pitbull with pant-like markings. Banjo the beagle. We both knew we could do this dog more justice than “oreo.”

So, unless we come up with something “more perfect,” our new dog’s name is Beans.