Boochie’s Journal, 8.1.20 (day 2)
I’m settling in rather nicely as Boochie (or Booch) Sanyal. Mommy has discovered that I’m really, really, REALLY a puppy (barely a year old) and she finds this both wonderful, and a wee bit disconcerting since my older sister Brandi (who is now chasing squirrels in Happy Doggy Land) came to her fully formed and housebroken at 4 years old while I need to go out to pee every 3-4 hours and had one mini accident on the carpet yesterday (mommy was very nice about it, and only gave me a quick command to stop and took me out).
Mommy & I are duking it out with the dry food deal. I have made it quite clear that I’m not a fan. It’s going to be interesting to see how mommy & I navigate this new landscape of doggie-human food related communication. I’m well hydrated and snacking on yogurt, and have pooped more than it would seem possible for my size. I’m going to carry on Brandi’s legacy in this department, clearly.
As with most things in mommy’s life, I exemplify existential complexity. I was born in Texas in June 2019. I was almost put in a kill shelter (an oxymoron, if EVER there was one!), then rescued and brought to the lovely people at NY Pet Rescue in Harrison, NY (the same place where she adopted Brandi 11 years ago)🙏🏽. I stayed with a couple of foster homes the last few months, and then became the first dawg of the Sanyal family yesterday! 💃🏽💃🏽
As also with most things in mommy’s life, I exhibit identity complexity, as well. My Texas papers claim I am a Terrier-Corgi mix. My NY Pet Rescue papers say I’m a Basset Hound – German Shepherd mix. Truth be told, I don’t particularly care what I am. What matters is that we promptly figure out who’s going to win the food battle (me, methinks!)
Stay tuned for more. And to follow a few of my mommy’s favorite Instagram dawgs, please visit @olive_thedane, @anabelles_army, and @emmarooonlyhastwo. They all need your wishes & prayers.
Sending you tail wags and wet kisses, — Booch.