Well another night sitting in front of my trusty laptop (knock on wood) and pondering what I should do. I guess I should introduce myself and a few things I am interested in....I am Missy, I live in the grand United States of America and just bought my own piece of the American dream...a house. I know many people will shake their heads as they read my future posts about the uncertainties of homeownership, and will most likely take no empathy on me at all, since, really I am the one who got myself into this mess. I have always dreamed of owning my own home and feel honored to have the ability to do that. So I can assure you in the coming days, weeks, years (if I last that long) you will have the distinct pleasure of reading of my homeowner woes.
Moving on....
I am married to a wonderful man I will call N. We have been married almost 2 1/2 years (although there are many times I feel like "Wife" is a new term for me). He is amazing. He is a very hard worker, who does everything in his power to provide for us and "our little black baby". Let me clarify...our baby is a black lab/husky mix named Fenway. I am not afraid to use his real name, nor do I feel that I need to create an alias for him for confidentiality sake. I think he will be fine with me using his true name. Now Fenway is a challenge in itself....let me tell you how we got about bringing our baby home.
***I am an avid freecycle member in our area and had the pleasure to go to a certain member's house multiple times for pickups of various nature. It seems she and I literally asked for everything the other offered (clothes, shoes, purses, decor, etc)....one day while at her house doing a "pickup" this black dog comes running through the living room, plops down next to me at her front door, and lays his head against my leg. I was a bit startled, but loving animals, it didn't concern me much. She seemed equally surprised and said something to the effect of "Wow, that's amazing, he doesn't act that way around anyone!! Would you like him?"...I would love to say that I said "YES!" and took him home, but thats not the way it works....the duplex we were living in would not allow us to have dogs, so we vowed when we bought a home of our own that we would find the perfect pet to come join us. Fast forward about 5 months....I am browsing my Freecycle emails and there is a post of "OFFER: Black Lab/Husky Mix" from the lady I always did pickups from...I read the description and realized she was offering the very dog I had met months ago. I emailed her and asked when she needed him picked up (we were already in the process of house hunting but had not found the perfect home yet)...she said within the week since they were being restationed with the military. I was devastated. I felt as though this dog had chosen me months before, and here I was not being able to return the favor. She ended up finding a "foster family" that was willing to house Fenway until we were able to bring him home. I had the name, phone #, etc of the foster family and planned on going over there once a week or so to socialize with Fenway. The first time I called his foster family was about 4 days after he arrived there. The lady who answered the phone said that she was ready for me to come get him immediately, I asked her why and she said she didn't realize he was such a large dog. Apparently, she thought a Lab/Husky mix was a small breed *rolls eyes*. She then went on to tell me that she had put him in the backyard as soon as she got him home and had not talked to him or anything since then, she was so scared she even threw food on the patio for him from inside the house. I immediately called my mom to see if she would be willing to watch him for us (We by now had found a house but were not moving in for a month). My mother, God bless her, willingly agreed, and we went to pickup Fenway. Fenway stayed with my family for a month (during that time he jumped through a window, had EXTREME seperation anxiety, peed CONSTANTLY, broke their screen in their door, tore up their kitchen floor, and terrorized their 14 year old chocolate lab). By the time we brought him to our new home we weren't sure what to expect. He has been completely cured of his seperation anxiety, but still has moments of "peeing pleasure", and has a terrible habit of digging our entire backyard. Given all of those things, he is the best dog anyone could ever ask for. He is completely loyal, loving and thankful for us being willing to give him a chance. He is still a "puppy" at around 2 years old, but has come a long way from the dog we adopted 6 months ago.
Well, I guess this is enough of "story time" for tonight....as always comments/questions/critics welcome :). Have a great night....
~M~
