Right around 5 p.m., I got a text from a number I didn't recognize with a photo of a puppy.
I could quite figure out where it was coming from.
Mark and I got home at the same time, he'd been picking up Grover and Moxie from doggy day care and I'd been picking up pizza (it was that kind of night).
When I walked in, Mark asked "Can we get a puppy?"
Turns out, the text had some from our doggy day care lady who knew a guy who had puppies he was looking to unload.
This puppy was an Australian Shepherd-Collie mix. Mark said he had always wanted an Aussie.
The ridiculousness of this was not lost on him since for the last two years, I'd sent him photos of black lab puppies, or all emails related to adoption promotions at the shelter.
I'd decided that we should get a younger dog since Moxie is about 8 now, and Grover is about 5, so that Grover would have time to make a new friend as Moxie gets older. Sounds a little terrible, but in my mind, this made perfect sense.
Mark had always responded with some variation of "Absolutely not" and once even said that after Moxie and Grover, maybe we should not have a dog for awhile. It does make vacations and spending much time away from home challenging.
But then this little Aussie pup came along and Mark just had to have her.
As much as I'd mentioned puppies for the last two years, I hadn't really gotten that attached to the idea of actually getting a puppy.
So I told Mark we could go meet the puppy first and then decide (which pretty much always ends in bringing home a puppy). We have two dogs already, but the puppy needs a harness, collar, leash, food bowl, puppy toys, shots, a bath and you know, puppy training.
On Friday, Mark called the guy with the puppy to find out more. Saturday we drove about 30 minutes out of town to meet her, but when we got there, she was off galavanting in the fields somewhere with her mom and another dog. So we went to lunch and drove home with plans to go back Sunday. As soon as we pulled in the garage, the guy called. The puppy had returned.
We headed back out, with both of our dogs in the back seat again. This time, we met the puppy.
I have to admit, she is adorable, so even me with all my thoughts of "Oh my gosh we have to do all the puppy things again" was smitten.
We haven't named her yet, but she has one blue and one brown eye. She's a sweet little thing who hasn't figured out how to walk on a leash yet and has peed in the house a bajillion times already.
Grover and Moxie aren't too sure what to make of her yet, but they seem to be getting the hang of it.
The guy's niece wanted the puppy, even though her mom had pretty much rejected that idea. The idea was for us to have taken the puppy by the time she got to his house, but as with the delay, she pulled up right as we were getting ready to leave.
I had the squirmy and very muddy puppy (they lived on a farm) in my arms and the niece asked if she could have a minute. I said of course, but then wasn't sure we'd ever get the puppy back. It took probably another 20-30 minutes to get the pup back and the poor niece was definitely bummed.
So far, little pup doesn't bark, other than at her chew toy when she's thrashing it around. She tries to chew on the big dog bones but her teeth are itty bitty, but still sharp when she gets you.
She likes to follow the big dogs around and looks at them like "I don't know what's going on, but I'm gonna do what you do!"
I'll be honest, raising a puppy will be exhausting. She's about 11 weeks, which is about the same age Grover was when I got him. As cute as puppies are, you have to keep a constant eye on them. They pee in the house, they chew on the carpet, they eat dirt out of potted plants, nip your clothes and cry when you put them in their crate.
Earlier this afternoon I was trying to read and every other sentence, she was in to something, so it was up and down and up and down.
So our carpet is likely to be destroyed, but when Grover was medicated after his back surgery, he had an awful lot of accidents too, so guess it's a good thing I don't particularly love the blue carpet that came with the house anyway.
She's also likely to be a good farm dog since the breed is used for herding. Hopefully she won't be as interested in chasing chickens as Grover is and as we add animals to our minifarm, she'll be great for that.
Just goes to show you that just as you're getting into a routine with the existing chaos in your life, the universe throws you a curve ball. In this case, she's a little ball of fur and energy.
Here goes nothing!