Just When I Thought I Was Making Better Decisions...

So....I drank a bottle of wine and impulsively took home a rescue dog last night. NOT my best decision ever.

Introducing Miss Zelda Fitzgerald

She is a 3 year old Cavalier King Charles who was rescued from a pet hoarder...her name was Lady Jasmine. So naturally I am changing it to Zelda Fitzgerald. ;)
(reader note: Bitchy Little Rat Dog's real name is Coco.  As in Coco Chanel.  I know, I know...obnoxious) (But doesn't "Coco & Zelda" sound like a hilarious duo of bitchy pups??  Bonus: pairing the name Coco Chanel with Zelda Fitzgerald makes it sound more roaring twenties  and less obnoxious brand poser-y.)

However, as cute as the new addition is, Homegirl and Bitchy Little Rat Dog have a fiery hatred for each other so far.  This sibling rivalry has resulted in 2 puddles of pee...on my EFFING WHITE CARPET!!! A luxurious shade of white that I selected as a nod to our growing maturity.  BLRD was housebroken and I was, too. (meaning that I hadn't puked red bull vodka over the side of my bed in years)  The girls have spent most of their first twelve hours together growling, barking, or hiding in each other's cages. (a very passive aggressive attack strategy)

Our Hangover Sunday Ritual

I hadn't realized how settled Coco and I were in our routine.  Our life together was on a lovely, simple autopilot.  She knows my commands (whether she chooses to listen and obey is an entirely different story).  She knows I hate being licked...especially in the face.  She has become and expert at hiking, long walks, and even longer cuddle sessions on the couch.  She pees and poops on schedule, command.  She intuitively knows when its time to go to bed.  Basically, she has become a little furry extension of me.



Zelda Fitzgerald, on the other hand, has lived most of her life either in a cage or fighting for space among a ton of other dogs on a tiny screened in concrete porch...she is desperate for love and attention. (and desperate to lick me) She isn't used to being walked, so she isn't in very good shape. She is terrible to lounge on the couch with because she has no respect for the "My Little Pony" Blanket rule (or my personal space...she tried to lay directly on my head) ... and all this behavior absolutely enrages Coco.

But I have opened up my home to this little adorable train wreck...so now I must open my heart and my life up, as well.  Then hopefully my furry little soul sister, Coco/BLRD, will learn to love Zelda Fitzgerald, too.  If you have any advice on rescue animal...please help!

Also, I am accepting input on what Zelda's "street name" should be...