Well, March 2nd was an eventful day – the day the staff adopted a new dog to help me at the Ainsley Institute.
Remember Cary Grant, the Golden that came on board back on November 13th of last year? And then died 15 days later, because of a rare heart condition?
I hope you remember, cause we sure do. Anyway, the breeder in Wisconsin said we could have another dog – and one was available yesterday. So Mama and Catman took me for an early morning check-in at the Aunt Judy Inn, and Catman drove Mama up to pick up the new pup.
They had the pick of the 3 boys, and picked this guy above. The naming was quite contentious. I wanted him named Charles Boolean, the inventor of Boolean Logic, which paved the way for the information age. Catman wanted him to be named Rufus T. Johnson. Who is Rufus T. Johnson? I have no idea, he just wanted to call a dog Rufus. The cats wanted him named Meow. Mr. Bear wanted him named either “Make America Great – Again” or “Wall Street is too Yuge.”
Mama wanted to name him for a Cary Grant character, cause Cary Grant is her favorite actor. So she wanted to name him George Kerby, a character Cary Grant played in his 1937 movie, “Topper.”
Mama got her way. Just like she got her way when she named Cary Grant, named me Ainsley McKenna, and named Angus Angus Fala. Above you see Mama with George Kerby on the way home.
So, they got back last night about 6 pm, and picked me up at the Aunt Judy Inn – this is me, sizing up the new guy, with Aunt Judy, and Uncle bob in the background.
I tell ya what – even though he is from the same breeder, he isn’t the same dog as Cary Grant. George Kerby is much mellower, and sleeps a lot more than Cary did. Cary would never be held like this. Here Kerby is last night at the Aunt Judy Inn.
Anyway, we went back home, and before I allowed him to be loose, I had to show him a few things. I wanted to show him some of the guys he is following – to let him know he has big paws to fill….
First, I had to show him the late great Cary Grant, gone way too soon.
Then the cats, Lily in the left, and Herman in the right, wanted to meet George Kerby.
And finally, time to pay homage to the late great Angus Fala. Look and learn, little pup.
Then it was time to let him loose and explore his surroundings. The first thing he tried to do was to replace the drapes.
First night went amazingly well though. I slept downstairs on the sofa, and George Kerby slept in his cage upstairs. At first he was a bit rambunctious:
But he settled down and slept after only about 15 minutes of whining, howling and barking. Much quicker than Cary Grant’s first night….that took over 90 minutes for Cary to settle down back in November. But like I said before, George Kerby is a lot more mellower than Cary.
Cary was an excellent pup – smart as a whip. We still miss him. But one thing we don’t want is Cary’s heart problem, so first thing this morning, staff took George Kerby to our Dr. Pokey and have him checked out. Dr. Pokey spent a long time poking at his hips, cause Goldens have a tendency to have hip dysplasia. Kerby’s hips are good. Then she spent a long time, and I mean a loooooooooong time, listening to his heart. Well, good news – Dr. Pokey heard nothing abnormal with George Kerby’s heart. Excellent news indeed. Here is George Kerby celebrating after he got home today.
Well, that’s about it for George Kerby’s first 24 hours.
Bark at you later,