I received the most awesome birthday gift ever from my parents. His name is Barney. Barnabus Stinson II. Named after the infamous Barney Stinson, played by one of my favorite celebs, NPH.
The name Barney hadn’t even occurred to me until my friend Kelly suggested it since she had a friend or relative or something with pets named Fred and Barney. AND she said that it would be fitting because of NPH and Barney’s legendary awesomeness.
So it was between Barney and Walter. Barney ultimately won out over Walter.
I took him to a party on Saturday night. There were large dogs there. He wasn’t a fan. But he dealt with it. He almost stole a cookie from Kelly. He snuggled up on the couch and fell asleep though. Totally cute. Everybody loved him (except the pit bull mix that tried to love him but he was not going to have that).
Here’s me and the Swarls (yes. Swarls. look it up) at Erica and Jesse’s on Saturday.
Anyway … my dog is awesome.
Except, he barks.
A lot.
Only when people are gone though. He has abandonment issues (like his mommy). I left him home alone on Sunday for a couple hours. Sure enough, he was still barking when I got back. I left him home on Monday for 4 hours while I went to work. I came back from lunch and there was a note on the door from a polite, but probably pissed-off neighbor asking to get rid of him since he’d been barking for SEVERAL hours straight.
Now, you’re asking, don’t I live in a non-pet-friendly apartment?
Yes. But other people have dogs here. They tend to look the other way unless people complain. But barking. 4 hours straight. That’s not even fair in a pet-friendly place.
So I had to call in the backup plan. My mom and dad have him until I move out, but he’s still MY dog. Mom is sending me a picture of him a day and I can come visit him and talk to him on the phone.
It was only a few days, but that dog just *knew* I was his mommy.
He stayed with my friend Molly on Monday afternoon and she had a pillow and blanket of mine at her place from when I was staying with her. She put out the pillow and blanket and he seemed to calm down and enjoy it because it smelled like me. That dog followed me around everywhere. Such a sweet little loving doggie.
So, when he learns not to flip out when people leave him alone, I’ll get him back. Until then, grandma Deener gets to take care of him (along with her other grandbaby, my niece, who is just as cute).
Here’s today’s photo of Barney:
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