Remember a couple of weeks ago when I asked you to keep a secret from Harry?
Well, thanks for that. You did a great job.
And now…meet the surprise.
Cute surprise, huh?
Last weekend, in the middle of a rainstorm, Harry was completely shocked, delighted and freaking out to unexpectedly meet his new pal (Wait? I have a dog? I HAVE A DOG!!!) in a parking lot in Herman Park in Houston.
And now whenever anyone asks Harry where he got her, he says “we took her home from the park.”
Like you can just grab a dog at the park.
But that’s what we did. (I mean, after prearranging this weeks in advance with a friend who graciously offered to drive to the park and deliver us a free puppy.)
And now, the boy has a dog.
We went straight from the park to a pet store down the street to retrieve some needed items. While we were there, I ran into Anise Parker. She too was there buying pet accoutrements and she was delightfully interested in this new family member we picked up at the park. I considered all of this a good sign.
And she’s been hanging with us ever since.
The dog, not Anise. This is a photo of Harry and his dog not Anise watching “Remember the Titans.” They liked it.
She is three months old…her birthday is Cinco de Mayo…part dachshund, part miniature schnauzer, pure lover.
I’ve always been sort of scared of dogs…but this one, she is the sweetest, most low-key, lovey dog I have ever seen. Mainly she just likes to lay around and cuddle … preferably right next to you… and then doze off. She’s my kind of girl.
But she also really likes it outside.
And there are a lot of things to smell outside… traces of possum, raccoon, armadillo, skunk, fox, who knows what else. I’m scared to know what else.
She can already fetch a frisbee. Like a boss.
I mean, if she wants to.
She just needed a name.
So, as I mentioned, Harry was in charge of naming his new friend.
His first thought was Lebron James. Or Chicharito. Or Barack Obama, aka Mr. President.
But then he shifted to more feminine ideas like Charro, or Shakira, or even Karen’s suggestion, Mrs. Pants.
But none of them seemed just right.
And then we drove past this boat store in Montrose.
And he screamed: GIBBY!
And she climbed up on his lap and wagged her tail.
And then she licked him to death. She’s fierce and scary, y’all.
So I’d like to introduce you now to Ms. Gibby Chicharita Gomez Gonzales Harrison Mayes Pants.
I’m currently calling her ChiChi Pantalones.
What up, G?