Here Comes Mr. Louis!

I recall a VHS tape of Michael Jordan highlights I own, and having seen it gazillions of times I can recall the line very clearly, "Lookout Mr. Jordan is right!" exclaims the commentator, as Jordan dunks the ball in spectacular fashion. Adding Mr. to people's first names always gives them that air of importance, greatness, pompousness, arrogance . . . The same is true when adding that same prefix to your pet's name, except we do it because it sounds cuter, like Mr. Bojangles or something. It also makes them seem more human to us, "Aww, Ms. Piggy doesn't feel good, does she?" (said in super sappy pet voice) This odd introduction is the preamble to my post about the newest addition to my family, Louis (pronounced Lu-wee), an 11 week old, Miniature Schnauzer. In deliberating over what to name him I would prefix most names with Mr. just to see what it sounded like.

I've always been a dog person and my girlfriend has always been more of a cat person, by virtue of the fact that she had no experience with dogs. We deliberated for a few weeks as to the type of dog to get, some must have criteria where size = small, a nice temperament and one that doesn't shed. The Miniature Schnauzer fits the bill and is of course adorable. My parents also have one, so I had some first hand experience with a Schnauzer - hopefully Louis will not be afflicted by the same issues that "Genki" has which mandate that he takes Prozac in order that he may be a functional, productive member of society, ok, that was half said in gest Mum and Dad.

So far life with Louis has been wonderful:

- 3 in-apartment accidents in 2 days (he seems to be learning to wait unti we take him outside though)
- one much needed bath
- alot of sleeping as he is a puppy
- many hilarious accidents, the funniest one being him running into a glass door
- his odd way of sleeping on his stomach with hind legs stretched out behind him

I'd forgotten how pleasant it is to own a dog, there is something very comforting about having one around, perhaps quite simply it's the unconditional love they offer, forever tail wagging when you come home. Of course some cat owners cite this as a reason why dogs are less intelligent than their counterparts. I've always found cats sort of shifty to be honest, it's as though they don't trust you or something. You never know whether you are about to be licked affectionately or have your eyes gauged out in a hissing rage. Alright that's probably a little extreme. In any case, please welcome Louis to the family. Any friends that read this whose dogs/cats I have pet sitted for in the past (Kevin/Andy/Nik you know who you are) I'm about to make good on the return of some favors, aw yeah, that's right!