On a Tuesday

Getting our next foster on Thursday night; a 10-month-old male found as a stray in Stanley. That’s all we know about him, except for the fact that the shelter staff described him as “very gentle, sweet.” Which is encouraging, at the very least. Expecting an adolescent tornado. Just hope he can keep the humping to a minimum. That is one dog behavior that Pyrrha and I cannot abide.

Kelsey and I are going to do an e-mail Bible study together on 1 Peter. (One of the more interesting, aggressive little letters in the New Testament.) What a sweet and genuine sister I have. We should go visit them in D.C. Anyone want to watch Pyrrha for a weekend?

I read a New Yorker profile on Rob Bell from November 2012 that has me thinking a lot. How he interests me, how I don’t know what I think, how I don’t personally want to “become merely one more mildly spiritual Californian.” I gravitate toward about half of the things he says; the other half make me turn up my nose. (His disdain for tradition and beautiful church structures I find particularly grating, having grown up in a wannabe megachurch with the same Gen-X ideals.) In the last line of the profile, he is quoted as saying about the Church: “‘It is the most frustrating institution in the world,’ he said the next day. ‘And yet, when it’s firing on all cylinders, there’s absolutely nothing like it.'”

It’s about time gender roles were under attack. (More on that later, perhaps.)

On the nightstand: Anna Karenina, which continues to be marvelous; The Age of Wonder, by Richard Holmes, which I am somehow struggling to pay attention to; and a whole spate of books about how not to kill houseplants. Can’t focus on Spring Torrents (I. Turgenev) right now, so I will attempt that later in the year. One Russian at a time is enough.

What should we name our next foster? A masculine name ending in “o,” to keep with our current trend (Brando, Laszlo)?

Two dogs

A sunny and very busy weekend, for we received our first foster dog from Southeast German Shepherd Rescue.

Brando indoors

His name is Brando (as in Marlon Brando) and he is a big, sweet dude. (More about him on the dog blog.)

Our weekend was spent getting him accustomed to home life, bathing both dogs, and taking them on lots of walks. Having two dogs has been a lot of fun, actually. I think it’s the perfect number of dogs. Pyrrha is quite enamored with him and seems to treat him in much the way that a little sister does to a big brother: lots of picking on him and trying to entice him to play with her.

Brando has reminded me how shepherds are truly one-person dogs. German shepherds tend to pick “their” person. (Unlike, say, a golden retriever, who sees every person as “their” person.) Pyrrha, clearly, picked me. But Brando has definitely picked Guion. If Guion dares to leave Brando’s sight, Brando lets us know with many varieties of cries, howls, and whines that he is very upset about Guion’s absence. It’s quite sweet, actually. I often walk back into the living room to find Brando sleeping on Guion’s feet.

I think we’ll both probably cry when he gets adopted. (Guion probably a little more than me.) But tears of joy! Certainly.

Having a foster dog has also really cut down on my reading. I have barely touched a book in a week, which is extremely unusual for me. I think David Foster Wallace wore me out, actually. I seem to have lost a lot of reading momentum after finishing Infinite Jest. But I am honestly enjoying a small break from my self-competitive nature.

Kelsey and Alex are coming to visit us this weekend, and I couldn’t be more excited. How wonderful it is to have a sister and brother-in-law who are so genuinely delightful.

If you’re interested in adopting Brando, fill out an application at Southeast German Shepherd Rescue!