A few days ago, we finally got a puppy at my parents' house after eons of being dog-less. My sister and I grew up with a menagerie of animals in and outside the house. We always had several dogs. We even had two sheep. There was a flock of pigeons and several hutches filled with rabbits. There was a point when we even had some giant Kabir chickens. I think we had a humongous wild lizard one time. With my dad's love for animals, we never lacked for pets - conventional or otherwise.
As we grew older, though, the number of pets slowly dwindled. After the break in two months ago, though, I thought it was best to get a dog or two again. Finally, we have a puppy!
We have named her Nymeria, from the direwolf that belongs to Arya Stark in the fantasy series "A Song of Ice and Fire". More people would know her from the HBO TV series "Game of Thrones", which is based on the novels by George R.R. Martin.
Our goal was to get a dog that would be a great playmate for Sam and Eli but at the same time, guard the house somehow. When she arrived, though, Nymeria looked so sad.