After months of talking about it, my boyfriend and I found a new addition to our little family. Meet Prosciutto Rocco, a too-cute-to-be-true Lab/Shepherd/Chow mutt saved by the supernaturally dedicated people at Stray From The Heart. Our little ham arrives tomorrow, and we have spent the last 72 hours puppy-proofing the apartment, setting up a giant crate, finding a local daycare, sweet-talking cabbies into carting us around with him, and laying out his new Winnie the Pooh sweater. Our transformation into lesbians is now complete.
We discovered Stray From The Heart in the West Village one evening, when we saw a beautiful golden mix outside a small store, and the owner told us she got him there. "There" turns out to be a small operation run out of the apartments of several friends on the Upper West Side, who have turned their love of dogs into a non-profit that saves puppies from all over the country and South America, finding stable, loving homes for them in the area.
We went to see a different puppy, Prosciutto's sister to be exact. Bernadette Peters was named after her celebrity human counterpart, a good friend of the organization, who happened to be there when she arrived to donate more money to the cause. But when we arrived, her adorably shy little brother stole our heart instead. Beth, who had been taking care of both of them, agreed that Bernadette was a bit of a wild child and probably needed a yard to play in. Prosciutto was clearly her favorite as well, and she seemed overjoyed that a nice gay couple fell in love with him.
Until we actually told her yes on the phone, it all seemed a bit unreal, like pining for a pony at Christmas. Once it sunk in that this was actually happening, the full weight of adopting a young child into our home hit us hard. Pet ownership is an awesome responsibility, and we will always be acutely aware of the precious life that relies on us to survive. But the short, interminable wait to get him leads me to believe that we made the right decision. We pick him up tomorrow, and we're both jumping out of our skin with impatience.
Stay tuned for better pictures and updates.
Our little bundle of joy arrived yesterday, and after much discussion we decided that Prosciutto just didn't suit him well enough. We agreed that Rocco felt much better, and had the requisite two syllables that a dog name seems to require. It also suits the boyfriend's Madonna obsession.
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