You know those die-hard animal lovers who can’t watch a Humane Society commercial or even listen to Sarah McLachlan’s “Angel” without spontaneously bursting into tears? Yeah, we’re those people.
When I was pregnant with our first child, a now 7-year-old first-grader, my husband came home from the gym one afternoon, and I was sobbing (picture gasping for air) on the couch because that fateful promo popped up, I was riddled with hormones, and utterly defenseless against those poor puppy dog eyes. My sweet husband was horrified to find me in such a state, but, when he realized what set me off, he got our dogs up on the couch, and I fell asleep in my own little dog-pile.
I have been dog-obsessed since I can remember, and I happened to marry someone just exactly like me. Mike and I are forever trying to convince the other one to get another pet. We’ll show each other puppy pics across the table, or share the latest rescue post, just tempting each other to say “Yeah, sure - go for it!”
A couple of weeks ago, however, we called each other’s bluff and simultaneously said, “Let’s get a puppy!”
So, with complete disregard for all things rational, we very spontaneously went to the shelter, to look of course. Much to our surprise, the shelter was full of families adopting dogs and cats. Each animal was cuter than the next, but we couldn’t quite seem to find a pet that felt like just the right fit for us. We were about to make a donation and leave when I saw a woman with a puppy buried deep in the crook of her arm. Then I asked our sweet volunteer that fateful question, “Do you all have any puppies available?”
Twenty minutes later we had filled out the proper paperwork and were patiently waiting for our turn in line to bring home the most adorable eight-pound ball of brown and white fur - Maggie. All reason went straight out the window, and we followed our hearts and fell hopelessly in love with this ten-week-old bundle of joy.
Our sweet girl is 100 percent puppy and comes with all the teething, house training and energy issues you’d expect from a baby dog, but, man if she isn’t the cutest thing ever. Our children begged, pleaded, and bribed their way into making her ours, and I’m happy to say that, thus far, they’re keeping up their end of the deal and helping, as best they can rear our little girl.
I can’t say that adding a puppy to our already-bonkers brood was the wisest decision, but in a year where I’ve committed to being joyful, having a puppy around sure does hedge my bet.
Jordan Schupbach is a mother of three living in the Fulshear area. She blogs at www.lattesandliving.com - sharing the good, the bad and the frenzied.