The search is over, it's official, I met him. It was an instantaneous connection. At first glance I looked into his bright, beautiful eyes and knew I was already in love and that we should be together. I acknowledge that my feelings are absurdly fast, but I just can't deny it! It's not like me to fall this fast or to be so smitten! I'm ready to throw in the towel with the hunt for other guys, because I'm a goner, I just want him. I'm already fantasizing about a life together. I can picture us running side by side through a grove of redwood trees or along the beach at sunset. I imagine us curling up on the couch together to an old classic movie or going on all sorts of camping excursions. And do you want to know the crazy thing? I think he was just as excited to meet me too! With just our brief encounter I can already tell that he would be a fun, adventurous, and athletic companion. And I have no doubts that he would show me unconditional love and loyalty. His name is Oden and his breed: Siberian Husky, my dream dog... and I met him this last Sunday while wearing a dress.
Combining five girls with bottomless mimosas and a trip to the Humane Society surely equates trouble. It started out innocent enough. It was a 'Girls Brunch' outing, and we got all dressed up in our Sunday best and took the term 'bottomless' quite literally as we drank mimosa after mimosa. Some folks may go to church on Sunday and that's cool, but for me, if I'm getting dressed up 'fancy' on a Sunday it probably means one thing: brunch and mimosas. I think it may of been Sally's idea to go and look at dogs and before we knew it we were in front of the Marin Humane Society.
Those who know me well, know that Siberian huskies and malamutes are my favorite dogs. Those breeds are my spirit animals, my symbols for magic and joy and whenever I see either kind I take it as an omen that something good is going to happen. I also tend to emit those familiar 'girly' noises (most typically heard around tiny babies). I make high pitched sounds like 'oooohhhh' and 'awwww' and then I proceed to continuously hop up and down, clapping my hands with excitement. I'm not sure when this behavior began or how old I was when I first fell in love with huskies and malamutes, but somehow my fear of 'wolf-like' dogs morphed into pure love.
"The dog! Haha!You were named after the dog??!!"
Actually, I do remember when I first saw a malamute. In the beginning of Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade, there are scenes shown of young Indiana and for a brief glimpse we see him walk by his pet, a beautiful, big dog, a malamute. We later learn that Indiana was actually the name of the dog, and Harrison Ford's character's real name was Junior.
At the very end of the movie, as they're riding away on horseback, Sallah teases him for changing his name to the dog's name, "The dog! Haha!You were named after the dog??!!"
Indiana responds, "I've got a lot of fond memories of that dog."
Yeah, I feel ya Indiana, I don't blame you for changing your name, I liked that dog a lot too!
Since grown huskies and malamutes already melt my heart you can imagine how I respond when it's a PUPPY version! And there he was, I was transfixed before I could even get out of the car. Little Oden was out for a walk in front of the Humane Society. Right then and there I knew I was so done for. He greeted us with pure excitement and a ferociously wagging tail. And given his little red rocket my friends joked that we were like-minded creatures with similar priorities and that it was a sign that I should adopt him.
Although I'm in love, I still don't know where my fate with Oden lies. He's not up for adoption yet, but I put my name on a list. I don't know if seeing him was simply that good omen or if he's meant to be my wee little puppy. If I don't end up with Oden, at least I do know one thing. Without any doubt, I do know that someday I will have a puppy malamute or husky. Perhaps I'll name him Indiana...
Dressed up for Sunday brunch in yet another Anthropologie dress. After our dangerous jaunt to the Humane Society, we then proceeded to take another risky field trip to Anthropologie (I can't recall who's idea that was, but I think I have a good suspicion)When I left that clothing store empty handed, my friends applauded my un-successful shopping trip. But I was probably so well behaved because I was in a puppy-daze.
The culprit of my puppy daze, Oden
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