Noella?

Oh, Tuesday mornings, why do I hate you so much?

ANYWAY, my brain is still in vacation mode, so I'm not doing much actual thinking right now..

So, I decided to do a nice little blog about what I got for Christmas.

Specifically one thing.

But first, let me lead into with a sad sad tale..

So, since I'm assuming none of you know this, over the summer one of my two dogs, Sam, died from cancer, and it sucked really bad. I'd had him since I was six, and it was brutal to have him put down. But eventually I got over it. Then, two weeks ago, my other dog, Tippy, died. His death was even more depressing, because he died because his heart was too big. Legit. He got a tumour on it and it swelled up and blocked his lungs or something. I'd had him for my entire life, he was seventeen, so I was super upset about that.

Now, my dad is like me. He likes animals. The first time I saw him cry was when we had to put down Tippy. So he was just as upset as I was, and since I was on Christmas break and he was off of work, we hatched a plan to get a puppy.

The first kind we considered was a "coon hound". Actually, it was only my dad who considered this. As you can see, they are adorable, but what good is a dog that is trained to chase raccoons up trees..? It's not a useful or practical talent for a dog living in suburban New Hamburg to have. So I took over the search, and decided that we needed either a Jack Russell or a Jug. What is a Jug, you might ask. Well, blog readers, it is a Jack Russell mixed with a pug. They also happen to be adorable as puppies (look at that adorable little face!) but as they get older, they get a lot uglier.

Since we couldn't come to a mutual decision on what kind of puppy to get, we decided to go to the Humaine Society and adopt a dog.

So, one day, we went to the Humaine Society and aimlessly wondered through the aisles of kittens, rats, and dogs. And lo and behold, they had a Jug! Unfortunatly, this was the moment I realized this was possible the ugliest dog I'd ever seen as I stared at a little Jack Russell looking dog with a horrendous underbite. I got over that breed real fast. As we continued through the aisles, we saw a dog going out on a walk. A massive white American Bulldog, who we later found out was named Noel. When this beast of a dog noticed two people who were not a Humaine Society employees, she broke away from her walker and bounded over to molest us.

To be honest, she was the most terrifying thing I'd ever seen, and I was scared for my life when she came barrelling over. But what did she do?

Jumped up, nearly knocked me over trying to lick my face, then rolled over for a belly rub.

I was dumbfounded. This dog, which looked like it weighed about as much as me, was so sweet and nice, and I couldn't figure out why she was in the Humaine Society. I convinced my dad she was awesome and we needed her. So, we went up to the front desk to fill out the adoption papers.

And they told us we'd picked the only dog in the building that couldn't be adopted.

But, we were set on getting that dog. So for a week, I went in every day to chill with this giant beast of a dog, in an attempt to convince the Humaine Society that we really really wanted this dog.

And on the seventh day, they said the magical words. She can go home today.



BEAAASSSTT.



And that is the story of my favourite Christmas present, my obese two year old purebreed American Bulldog that I named Noella.

Unfortunatly about two days later we found out why she was in the Humaine Society. She eats everything. And not just food things. She will eat shoes, but not sneakers and boots, just flipflops and heels, hats, tennis balls, razor blades (Seriously. She ate my entire razor. I don't know how she's alive), toys, socks, backpacks, teddy bears... Just about anything that you leave within her reach becomes her next meal. But whatever. She's still awesome.



SIDE NOTE: NINE MONTHS TILL MOST OF US ARE AT UNIVERSITY/COLLEGE, YO!