Elliott

I got a dog. I bought everything I needed for a cat yesterday and then went to the Humane Society and fell in love with Elliott. I was never that pumped on getting a cat so I wandered into the dog area when I got to the Toronto Humane Society just to take a look around and the first dog I saw was Elliott, formerly known as "Scrappy". He's a fox terrier, a year and a half old and when I said hello he licked my nose. Now, I'm not that easy, but he's just so cute I totally fell for him. The process took a couple of hours but he's happily chewing on a toy on my couch right now while I watch The Departed. He loves Scorcese just as much as I do. I think. Anyway, he loves to be petted, carried around, gives lots of kisses and just wants to be near me. Sigh. I'm totally in love. I renamed him Elliott because the people at the shelter said he was young enough that I could do it. Scrappy wasn't my kind of name but I had backup names like Cash and Samuel that just didn't seem to match his personality. Elliott is a perfect fit though. He's shaggy and scruffy and a little rough around the edges, just like me.