Well, we looked and looked for her, for a couple of years.
When we finally found her mum and dad, we paid for her six months in advance, before she was even a gleam in her daddy’s eye.
This weekend we brought her, all her freckles, her chocolate wings and her half milk moustache home to Plume Gables.
She is:
Montana’s Tart and Tiny Plumbelina*
Her friends and family call her Plumbelina, Plum or Tart.
You can too.
Welcome to The Gables, Baby Plum.
You’re the sweetest and tartest little thing Idaho has ever seen!
* Name Entomology
Montana’s – The name of the kennel she hails from up in Kalispell, Montana.
Tart: As in a tad bit sour and sassy on the palate! Also! A reference to one of my favorite sorts of pastries AND a reference to our hopes that someday she’ll be Farley’s unruly little wife.
Tiny: Well, tiny might be an overstatement but she is small (and mighty).
Plumbelina: We wanted an ultra-feminine name for this little girl. We know she’s going to hunt hard and since hunting is considered a man’s world, we like the ladies who participate in bird hunting to have ridiculously girly call names. While we were driving Plum home across the mountains of Idaho, I looked down at her on the truck seat beside me and thought to myself, “She’s such a darling little plum!” And I realized that Plum would be a sweet name for her. RW was desperate to call her Thumbelina. So we spliced the names and wound up with a silly and wonderful compromise.
Plus, you all know how I love my wee plum orchard…the name Plum just seemed like a wonderful way to carry a bit of Idaho with us everywhere we go.
She’s plump. She’s juicy. She’s sweet. She’s sun kissed. She’s winged like a singing sparrow.
There you have it.
She’s a very plum Plum.
