A year ago today we went to the local animal shelter to look at an apricot poodle mix named Paul Revere--but when we got there he'd already been adopted! We don't know Lupe's birthday or even month (we know Abel's, I believe) since she was found as a stray and approximately 2-3 when we adopted her, so we're treating her adoption day like her birthday. None of my pets in the past got that, and my cats that I do know their birthday didn't get much more than kitty treats... But that's because my mom is smarter about not wasting her money on frivolous things for the animals (in all fairness, we both spoil our pets enough every day... but I still want to get them a little present). Next month we'll celebrate Abel's adoption. I'm not going crazy with spending, though. I think a nice stuffed animal or a gourmet dog treat and a nice walk in the park should be enough.
We ended up looking at several other dogs at the shelter, even though my heart was set on a poodle we ended up taking Lupe with us that day. Part of me wishes I had held out 'til I found the dog. I love Lupe but our personalities are very similar and it's lead to issues (sometimes I wound up calling my mom crying I was so frustrated... and what's worse is I consider myself good with animals and never thought I'd have these problems, so I feel worse that I am). Our roommate was with us and between that and me being on about how badly I wanted a dog for so long I felt rushed/rushed myself into adopting more quickly than I might should have (I'm used to adopting cats--who find us or we find and it's always worked out well. I was a child when we adopted our dog, Mister, but since I was a kid I thought (and still think) Mister was perfect). Not to say Lupe is a bad dog, she's a very good dog... it's that sometimes I worry we're not the perfect match. But I still adore her, I can barely stand to take her to get her nails trimmed because it breaks my heart when they take her in the back room away from me. She is my baby and I love her. She's been a great dog for Patrick and helped him with anxiety immensely. All the more impressive when you consider that he used to be scared of dogs! She's very smart (sometimes too much for her own good), great at tricks and I think she'll be a fantastic dog for Wiley, which makes me happy. Well, as long as he keeps his toys put up because she will get them and rip the stuffing out of them if he doesn't.
Anyway, happy adoption day to our first baby, Lupe! We look forward to many, many, many more years! And hopefully next year me and Wiley and maybe Patrick will be able to take you out to actually celebrate by walking in the park and getting ice cream (Lupe loves the doggy sundaes at Bruster's)... I'm sorry, it was just too hot today and then raining and I'm 9 months pregnant and feeling every bit of it :(
No comments:
Post a Comment