Short sweet post today - then back to listing. This sweetie pie of a dog (boxer mix) is our new neighbor's dog. She was previously an indoor dog until they had their baby, who is now a year old. She tends to jump up (her worst habit), but otherwise is totally silent, and very observant and calm.
She lives in their backyard, in the perfect spot to look through my greenhouse window and watch me work. She also is interested in watching me weed my cucumbers, and loves to nap on the compost pile.
That calm, peaceful disposition is what contributed to my misunderstanding of their choice of names. They told us her name was Dalai. I immediately thought "Oh, like the Dalai Lama!" And yes, she does have that all-knowing Zen, existential, quizzical look about her. I thought it was a wonderful name, and a perfect fit.
A couple days ago (about a month after learning her name), my DD corrected my perception (once again illustrating the huge gap between most of our neighbors and ourselves): Turns out the lovely pup was not named after His Holiness the Dalai Lama. She was named after DOLLY Parton.
Personally I just don't see the resemblance at all.
Now, all I can think of when I see her is Dolly Llama.
Mom to an 20-yr-old. After 10 years of homeschool/unschooling adventure she's now working her magic in college. Following a 15 year stint in the corporate sales world, I've spent the last 11 years as an online bookseller with my pup Chewy (Chewybooks on Amazon, Chewyboo on ebay), previous to that I managed a bachelors degree from a radical college, built a small greenhouse 2 years ago and 500 gallon rain barrel system last year.