Pet Updates!

Because we felt bad about not updating very regularly, here is a bonus second post for today, detailing our animaly adventures!

First, we are pleased to report that we found a forever home for Tony! We will miss his constant barking and flair for Hawaiian shirts.


Next up here is an action shot of Fugu. After sleeping, this is generally his most common position, namely terror/rage. We recently banned him from using kitty litter as a toilet as attempting to wash a towel with a few sprinkles of the stuff has filled my washing machine with endless tides of disgusting gritty sludge, utterly ruining its functionality. I wonder how much a new machine costs...


Here is Tony's successor (and superior in every way except fashion sense): KAMJA! (His name means "potato"; He is kind of shaped like one, being a morbidly-obese toy poodle and all). Kamja is a true rescued dog; we picked out this ball of feces-caked black fur from a city-run kill shelter and after a long, intense grooming session, brought home a shaved bundle of love.


Watch out for his puppy eyes! It is still hard to resist their charm for long...


He is now on a diet and exercise regimen, and his weight is coming down steadily. However, he now has flaps of loose skin hanging off his body, making for an intriguing drapery effect when he is lying down or being held.

We are highly considering making him our second adopted dog. The deal is pretty much sealed, despite some occasional behavorial issues. But at least he doesn't bark. He is a doggy of the "tortured intellectual" variety. He is too smart for his own good, as he is always hatching schemes to uncover more food (He once ate an entire tupperware container of doggy treats, resulting in a spectacular neon orange extrusion the next day), but he also is great at learning new tricks and discipline. His personality quirks make him a great fit in this household :)

Finally, we have another recent addition, though we hope he will soon leave us. Seriously. Amy recently has been acting as a middleman between a Korean animal rescue group and the English-speaking ex-pat population here in Korea. After lengthy discussions with a woman confroming to many stereotypes, we picked up this bundle of hyperactive love from a shelter in Yongin, about an hour and a half away from us. We rescued him three days before his date with euthanasia.


Then, after we had picked him up for delivery, less than 12 hours before we were scheduled to meet with this chick, she texts us and says "I have a problem. A dog showed up at my house" or some such nonsense. According to her, "somebody" myseriously dropped off a poodle in her fenced-in yard in broad daylight. She claimed that the dog was outfitted with an RFID chip marking it as belonging to a person who had mysteriously left the country. Oh yeah, and her husband also does not want multiple dogs.

So now we are stuck with this hyperactive bundle of Maltese unintelligence with a penchant for emitting eardrum-shattering barks, at least until we can find another person willing to ACTUALLY COMMIT TO SOMETHING.

Thus, we give you: Tracy.