It’s been the subject of discussion, on and off, for a few months now. The idea of getting another dog. Should it be a puppy? From a breeder? A rescue dog? What kind? We hadn’t nailed anything down, but we all agreed that it was time soon to give Gwinny a little sibling to keep her company.
It was Wednesday afternoon, Paul had finished working at home for the day, and as he walked out of the office, he paused and said, “I think I’m going to go get a Boxer.” I swiveled on my chair and looked him in the eye. “Excuse me? When did you hatch this plan?”
He’d been perusing the shelter advertisements and found a 4 year old female Boxer pup over in Mesa and decided to go nab her before someone else did. He aimed to be back before the kids got home from school to surprise them – and sure enough it worked!
The shelter didn’t know her name so they called her “Delilah” – which was not on our list of name choices. Natalie and I both agreed that, as delicate as she is, Daisy seemed appropriate. But the problem was, Paul had already started calling her “Putt-Putt”! I don’t know how he came up with that, but for some reason it stuck. The kids thought it was cute, she started answering to it, and no matter how much I stood on the sidelines jumping up and down pleading, Daisy was not the favored choice. To keep peace in the family, we decided to call her Daisy for all paperwork and name tags, however, Putt-Putt is the nickname that will go down in history.
Daisy “Putt-Putt” Heidmann, Welcome to the family!!
