Today it's about Kirby. We heard there was a Kerry Blue Terrier who'd been rescued and needed a home. We went through the adoption approval process. Then yesterday we drove to Philadelphia to get our dog. I don't know what the final tallies ended up being yesterday, but the rain had to be right up there with Noah's flood. It was a cloud of white water all the way from DC to Philadelphia.
We met our boy at his foster mom's house. He was so scared. He cowered and pressed himself against her. He barely took treats from our hands. He had a housebreaking accident while we were there. But he and Lexi were okay with each other from the first moment. She's a little suspicious now that he's been in the house for 24 hours.
We then set off for the ultimate Philadelphia cheesesteak. I had scoured the web. If I'm going to have just one bite from another city, I'm gonna make sure it's good. I don't know if our GPS had a sense of humor or if we were just drunk on dog, but our drive to Leo's Steak Shop was surreal. The rain was coming down in tidal waves now. Jac was following every direction the Nuvi provided. Block after block we toured the sketchiest parts of Philadelphia. The dogs were oblivious, but all we could think about for an hour was finally being able to stop driving. And then on the horizon there was the first nice, upkept building we'd seen in quite some time. It was Leo's. The new dog had christened the car with carsickness, so I contorted to clean it while Jac walked, in the torrential rain, to the ATM. When he returned he was soaked through. We got the steaks, had a quick bite and got back on the road.
Finally, we got back to DC. The dogs frolicked in the yard. We dried out. We tackled scary things like noise, getting out of the car, going up/down the stairs, drinking water, climbing onto the couch, seeing cats for the first time ever! And he needed a name, boy did he need a name.