Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Frances Got Spayed Yesterday
Does Frances look a little out of it? Mourning the puppies she'll never have? I know. It's hard to get spayed and yet. . . I wish I were.
When I posted about my new dog a few months a go I imagined that people would be clamoring for more details about her and yet. . . people aren't. Nevertheless, she is fine. She is kind of a pain, as all puppies are, but she is lovely and sweet and I like her. Most days I wish we never got her, but that's just most days.
As you know her name is Frances. Her middle name is Gortagh. Maggie's friend made up that middle name. She just started calling her Frances "Gore-taw" because it sounded fancy. I decided to spell it Gortagh because it sounded fancy and Irish. As it turns out, it is Irish. Later I found out what a gortagh is and I couldn't be happier. It really was a thrill to Google it and find, "Fear Gortagh: Meaning 'hungry grass'. Although this is not a person but a place, it is still worth mentioning. It is a spot where someone has died of starvation. The hunger is said to linger and can suck up your vital energy." I love that. It is so perfect and awesome. So maybe her full name should be "Frances Fear Gortagh." She sucks up a lot of my vital energy.
Any gifts/flowers/bones/chewies can be sent to 1311 Camelot Drive Provo, UT 84601. Frances says, "Rank rou!"