I used the notepad and pencil to write a letter to my mom about why I would do a great job taking care of a dog. I don't recall what my justification was, but I do remember sliding it under the door and having her say no just like dad. I also drank the rest of the gallon of orange juice and started to feel really sick.
Needless to say, I didn't get a dog that day. I did get a pretty bad stomach ache and a glimpse into the logic of adults.
Fast forward 21 years or so and I still wanted a dog. I never stopped wanting one, I simply grew to understand why my parents said no for forever. I acknowledged that my lifestyle really wasn't conducive to a pet. I travel a lot. I work strange, long hours sometimes. I lived in apartments with pet restrictions or additional costs. A lot of good reasons why a dog didn't make sense.
Well, a few weeks ago I said "Screw it!" to logical reasons for why a dog was not a good idea in my life. I went to the Humane Society and adopted Bailey. A beautiful 8 month old Boxer mutt. She is perfect.
Picking Bailey up from the vet after her spading surgery. |
I adopted her on Saturday but I couldn't pick her up until Wednesday after her surgery. I had to wait 4 full days until I got to take my new best friend home. It was a tough wait, but it gave me time to get all her stuff together so she felt at home when I picked her up. First order of business was the crate of course, then toys, treats, collar, etc. I also opted for a seat belt for her!
Safety FIRST!!! Doesn't she look cute in cute in her seat belt harness?? |
Or just having a great bone to chew on.