Tuesday, January 31, 2017

Matt Sent Me A Very Important Text

Matt texted me on Sunday morning. It was a picture. And he followed it up with "adopt this."

I was tired from getting up at negative eleventy o'clock to take Natalie to the airport, so I threw the phone aside and ignored the text.

Matt sends me these things from time to time, telling me that I have to take in a new puppy if I "care about Ollie at all." I've successfully resisted every single one of these attempts at manipulation. Because I, Eli Whittlebottom McCann, do not want a dog.

Yes, I love Mr. Ollie Pants like a fat kid loves Mr. Ollie Pants. Yes, I would step into moving traffic just to pick some cheese off of the road that he might want. Yes, if Ollie needed two human kidneys, I would start filling my bathtub with ice right now.

But I have told myself over and over that I simply don't want a dog. Because I have no guarantee that any other dog would be as majestic and wonderful as Mr. Ollie Pants.

Mr. Pants potty trained himself when he was ten weeks old. He takes care of himself. He snuggles all the time. He lets me hold him like a baby whenever I want. He doesn't chew things he shouldn't. He sleeps exactly however long the human in his bed wants to sleep. He doesn't shed. He smells like an ocean breeze at all times.

He is a perfect creature. God can stop making living things now. He has achieved the end result.

So, no. I am not about to take a lesser animal into my home and just hope that it is half the man Mr. Pants is.


But, y'all.

And I don't even say but or y'all.

After a few minutes I thought it couldn't hurt to just look at the picture again.

So I did.

And then I did again.

And then I did it even again.

And every time I did, that little puppy looked at me with those little puppy eyes that just kept saying, "daddy Eli??? I'm homeless and scared and no one will love me. All I want is to snuggle up with you and feel safe. Why won't you help me? Why won't you help. me."

And I swear to you the thought of him being in a cage actually made me start tearing up.

So I texted Matt back. I mentioned that I agreed that this dog was cute. Matt jumped at the first sign of potential enthusiasm he's been able to conjure in three years. He told me to email the rescue place and ask for more details. 

The moment I realized that I might actually meet the dog, it started feeling real. And I started feeling the slightest bit of panic that OMG WHAT IF THIS DOESN'T WORK OUT.

I knew I had to be careful not to get Matt's hopes up. Matt is like my child, begging for a puppy for years. I knew I couldn't lead him on and then let him feel a crushing blow if this didn't work out or if I changed my mind. Matt assumed the role, promising he would help take care of him. He promised!

Eventually I filled out some application. I wrote eleventy hundred words. I told them all about Ollie and how we got Ollie through the same rescue organization. I told them that if I actually decided to get the puppy, I would raise it to be a productive member of society. I wrote so much that I had to add extra pages onto the application form. 

I sounded like a crazy person. I even wrote the following: "I love Mr. Ollie Pants more than I like any human being and if I had to choose an eternity eating burritos or snuggling with Mr. Pants, I wouldn't even ask what kind of burrito because there's no kind of burrito that could entice me to choose that option. AND I LOVE BURRITOS. So that's why you should give me a puppy."

Then they emailed me back and asked if we could set up an meeting for the next day at "7:30" at Petco.

Then I started panicking that maybe they wouldn't want me to have this dog even though he clearly belonged to my heart.

Then s&%$ got weird. But no weirder than normal.

The next day I waited nervously until the evening arrived. I put on nice clothes, because, you know, first impressions, and then Matt, Mr. Pants, and I went to Petco. We got there 30 minutes early, because we were all nervous.

We wandered the store for a while. I informed Matt repeatedly, "WE'RE JUST LOOKING. I'M PROBABLY NOT EVEN GOING TO AGREE TO THIS."

Matt nodded and said nothing.

Then the moment of reckoning arrived.

A woman covered in dog poop walked in with a 7-pound black cavoodle, also covered in dog poop.

She handed him over to me. The stench was so wretched it took everything I had in me not to gag.

The little black dog looked up at me with big scared puppy eyes that I swear said the following actual words: "I have no one. My life is scary. Can't you help me?"

And exactly 4 seconds after she handed him over to me, I blurted out, "THIS IS MY DOG AND I'M TAKING HIM HOME WITH ME FOREVER."

The woman agreed and handed me a pile of paperwork.

She informed us that "thousands" of people emailed them about this dog, but she chose me because my application was so insane. Well, she didn't actually call it "insane." I think she said "unique" or something. And she also said that since Matt got Mr. Pants from them (and as it turns out, from the exact same puppy mill as this little doggy OMG THEY ARE PROBABLY BROTHERS), she liked the idea of him coming home with me.

So, yeah. Everyone, meet Mr. Duncan Doodle.

He's a cavoodle, just like Ollie. Although Ollie isn't quite sure about him yet (neither is Teddy).

I named him Duncan after one of my favorite Paul Simon songs, partly because I'm quite sure Mr. Doodle is going to be "the road to my survival."

I love him with every fiber of my being.

He came home with me, after we bathed him at Matt's house. He snuggled with me all night long.

And now you should all go follow him on Instagram at mr_duncan_doodle.

~It Just Gets Stranger


  1. AWH!!!!!! And I love this story.

  2. Awwwwww.... Best of luck with your new baby.

  3. I so want a puppy, but I'm afraid of the time commitment and living overseas and my cat might eat it and.....I am dying.

  4. This makes me so very happy. I knew it was only a matter of time. :-)

  5. I LOVE happy endings! I think I'll actually get on Instagram because I need more puppies in my life. Thank you for bringing Mr Duncan Doodle into the Stranger-verse!

  6. I have been reading your blog ever since you moved to the Land of Coconuts. It's been fun to see your transformation from animal hater to passionate animal rescuer. Congrats on your new fur baby!

  7. this is my very favorite thing EVER that you have done.

  8. OMGosh! This is so awesome! I've been wondering when God would bring your furbaby to you! When I started reading this I wanted to jump to the end to see how it turned out but I didn't want to miss anything or spoil the surprise...am I nuts or what!?!? Anyway Mr. Duncan is perfect! I might just have to go figure out Instagram now!

  9. Oh goodness, he's so adorable!! Congrats!

  10. I'm so excited for you but especially Mr Duncan Doodle! He couldn't have found a better human!

  11. I love reading (stalking) your stories, but THIS made me speak up. You've needed a dog (as does everyone) and Mr. Duncan was clearly meant to be yours. Congrats!

  12. My morning started with a campus-wide budget update meeting in which we were assured there would be no raises this year AND they are likely raising our contribution for health care (which essentially means a decrease in take home pay - yay) - so I VERY much needed this right now. Thank you for sharing the story - and the phrase Tickle Bum because that literally made me laugh out loud.

  13. Don't tell Ollie, but Duncan is the cutest dog ever. Ever.

  14. Aww this is such a great story! I gotta go give my own dog a hug now! Congrats on Duncan!

  15. I am not a dog person, but this is perfect.

  16. Oh, he is precious. Congratulations!

  17. YAYYYYY!!!!! Crazy poo covered rescue stories make the best dogs! Welcome to full-time pet parenthood, and good luck with your adorable pup!

  18. Sometime I get seriously angry with you because of all the darn suspense. Like half way through I considered if I would actually punch you in the throat if I knew you personally. I wouldn't btw as I am a pacifist by nature but sometimes.....
    Seriously love your new puppy and the extremely long suspenseful story of getting him.
    I understand the stressfulness and anxiety of the applications to adopt a rescue dog. My most current rescue took me 6 months to find. That after a half dozen other failed attempts because someone better than me got there first. A number of rescue groups wouldn't even consider us because we don't have a fenced yard. Our most recent rescue is a 1 year old 90 pound great pyrenees/ boarder collie mix. She sheds a ton but doesn't' chew or potty in the house. She completes me. My children say I love her more than them. My children are smart. Good luck and congratulations.

  19. I cannot believe that I teared up reading this. OMG. LOVE!!!!!

  20. Welcome to the furry parents club!

  21. !! I never knew I needed more cavoodle in my life until this moment. Looking forward to all the cute pictures!

  22. Congratulations!!!!! He is adorable and a very lucky pupper to have you for his human!

  23. Congratulations! Mr. D.D. is adorable. I'm sure Bob and Cathie are happy that you have finally given them a grand child(dog!). Have fun with him.

  24. Eli, have you previously revealed your middle name? I adore Mr. Duncan's name! And I was feeling the suspense too ;) I'm following Mr. Duncan on the Instagrams, he should follow my babykins: adventures_of_being_bobby

  25. Such a beautiful story! You are going to have such a wonderful life together!

  26. I'm going to live vicariously through you. I wish I could get a dog. Mr. Duncan Doodle has already stolen my heart.

  27. I kid you not, you are going to love this dog more than you like most people. We have a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel named Stella and she is the kindest, most noble and empathic mammal east of the Rockies. May little Mr Duncan earn that title to the West!

  28. OMG!! I love this! Have been watching and waiting for this to happen! He is precious! And you are right.. those eyes totally said to take him home!! He is totally yours! Congratulations! Lots of puppy love ahead Mr. Duncan Doodle!

  29. Wait - he's from a puppy mill? Or a rescue? (Hoping he's a rescue...)

    1. He's a rescue. He was taken from a puppy mill that was neglecting him by an organization called Wasatch Rescue.

  30. Don't tempt me into my own pet...

  31. Can there be a meetup with Mr. Duncan Doodle?

  32. I don't know why I'm ridiculously emotional lately, but this story seriously made me cry. Mr. Duncan Doddle is so cute it makes my heart hurt.