I said I would never get a dog. "I've cleaned up enough poop to last me a lifetime" was my mantra. And I kinda like my shoe collection without chew marks thank you very much. Nope, we're just not "dog people".
And then we met Roxy.
Truman and I decided this past Monday (yep, three days ago), to saunter into the local pet store to "look" at the puppies.
Tru has been playing fetch with the neighbor's dog lately, and has become very vocal about his desires for a little furry pal. We went to just SEE the dogs and say hello. I know, I know, silly silly woman.
Amongst all of the very expensive little purebreds in the place, there sat two sweet-faced mutts who had been placed on the North Shore as a sort of foster home until they could be adopted.
Man, it must suck to be the rejected dogs hanging out with all those fru fru puppies. To be the kid from the wrong side of town, with a mixed up mom and dad, sitting next to all those rich kids with the right pedigrees.
But, instead of being bitter, there was something very endearing about them. And one of them in particular caught our attention right away. Roxy was sitting there with her beautiful corgi-mix face, ears perked up, very intentionally watching us, watching her.
With a knowing deep in my soul that I was probably going to regret this, I asked to hold her.
Now, tonight at 5:00pm, Roxy will be ours.
I've been through the adoption application process, the interview, my references have been called, and my boys are going to be surprised tonight when we go back to "see" her, and I tell them we are actually taking her home.
What have I done?
I have a feeling this little fur ball will either be the bane of my exsistence, or the new little buddy I hang with throughout the day and love, love, love. Or maybe both.
So, PLEASE, give me some first time dog owner advice!!
How do I help this puppy become a wonderful part of my already busy family?