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By golly, Miss Molly

It’s been a while since we last fostered a dog. Almost a year and a half, to be exact. Chip and I had been talking about fostering sometime soon when one of my old co-workers Annaliz texted me about a sweet, young lab named Molly (formerly named Raisin… I know, not the best dog name). She had been fostering Molly for a few weeks and asked if we would be willing to bring her into our home. Annaliz mentioned that Molly seemed like the female version of Duke, our very first foster dog. Once she said that, I knew we didn’t stand a chance at saying no. We had to foster this dog.

I picked up Molly from Annaliz’s house three weeks ago. She was so timid and terrified to leave her comfort zone, which was Annaliz’s backyard. We eventually got her into my car and she did alright on the short drive home. Chip was waiting for us when we got to the house and had put Wrigley in our bedroom so he wouldn’t overwhelm Molly as she walked in the door. We led her outside to the backyard and gave her some time to explore and sniff things out before we let Wrigley join her outside. Thankfully, they have gotten along great since we brought Molly home. It’s been so sweet to see how Wrigley has (unintentionally, of course) taught her how to be a dog. Without him, I don’t think she would be learning to trust us as quickly or even figured out the doggy door.

By golly, Miss Molly

By golly, Miss Molly

Molly has shown so much improvement over the last three weeks. She’s always been happy to play with Wrigley, but she gets so much more excited now when we let him out of our room every morning and they go outside together. If anyone is looking for a second dog to keep another pup company, Molly is the one for you. We’re slowly getting to see more of her goofy personality, which includes shaking her head and flapping her ears whenever she gets excited, carrying her food bowl around outside to whichever spot she prefers to eat from, pouncing after the birds in our yard (maybe she’s a hunting dog!), and wrestling with Wrigley.

 

Ready to play

Ready to play

During her first couple of weeks here, she was terrified to be inside the house with us. She would come in through the doggy door, but if either Chip or I walked into our living room, it was like she couldn’t run back outside fast enough. We gave her the first couple of weeks to do things on her own time, but recently started bringing her inside in the evenings and closing the doggy door behind her so she can’t escape to the backyard. Nothing like a little forced family time, right? But we really do think it has helped her get used to our voices and realize that it’s normal for us to come in and out of rooms and that everything will be fine. She now comes in on her own and naps while we go about our daily routines, instead of staring back at us with huge, dilated eyes. We still haven’t got her to spend a night inside the crate, but she’s been great sleeping on her new dog bed and hasn’t had a single accident inside.

Yesterday was a big day for Molly – we took her on her first walk with us. I’m a big fan of the Easy Walk harness so I quickly ordered one for her and after getting in the mail last week, we decided to go on a walk together yesterday morning. Chip got the car ready with dog blankets and waited outside with Wrigley while I (slowly) got Molly in her harness. She was pretty skeptical and froze when it was time to get in the car (Chip had to carry her in), but we eventually made our way down to Blue Star. We love the path there along the River and thought it would be calmer than walking her at a park. Considering that she was shaking the first few minutes in the car and had her tail tucked under when we started our walk, she ended up loving the morning. It didn’t take long for her to enjoy sniffing along the path next to Wrigley and wagging her tail as we finished our two mile walk. So glad we had that little 24-hour taste of Fall weather for a nice, cool walk and an afternoon of the dogs napping inside with the windows open.

Starting to enjoy the walk

Starting to enjoy the walk

Check out that smile on Molly's face

Check out that smile on Molly’s face

Don't worry, Wrigs. You're still the beloved first born.

Don’t worry, Wrigs. You’re still the beloved first born.

She’s still learning her name, and she’s still hesitant to come up to us, but she’s always wagging her tail when we talk to her and is slowly learning to trust us. She’s a sweet dog and we can’t wait to see her find a forever home.

Wrigley’s fourth birthday

Today our sweet pup Wrigley is four years old, making him officially an adult dog. Not going to lie, I’m not totally happy about that. He may be another year older, but we’ll always call him our pup no matter how old he gets. He’s our best bud, sheriff guard dog, food stealer, and belly rub beggar.

In honor of his birthday, Wrigley and I went on an extra long walk this morning. He’s currently napping on our bed while he recovers from our 2.5 miles and dreaming of the deer he barked at. What a ruff life.

During our walk at Phil Hardberger Park

During our walk at Phil Hardberger Park

Happy and tired pup after our walk

Happy and tired pup after our walk

After our walk, I made some homemade dog treats for Wrigs. We had some cute new treat cookie cutters thanks to my friend and Wrigley’s Tia Priscilla.

Wrigley's favorite ingredient: peanut butter

Wrigley’s favorite ingredient: peanut butter

Are the treats ready yet?

Are the treats ready yet?

Birthday treats

Birthday treats

Happy birthday, pup. We sure do love you.

Friday Fralo’s Family Night

Who doesn’t love a little bit of alliteration?

Last Friday, Wrigley was treated like a king. It was National Take Your Dog to Work day, so after spending the morning with me at Bromley, we came home for the afternoon (hooray summer Fridays!) to finish some last emails and get some laundry done after our trip to Nantucket. Since we hadn’t seen the pup in almost a week, Chip and I thought it would be fun to take him out to dinner with us. One of our favorite spots to take Wrigs is Fralo’s. We love this place as it is, but there’s something extra special during the times we take Wrigley with us. Sure he begs for our pizza crusts like it’s his job, but we love it.

Here are a few pictures from our family night at Fralo’s last Friday. Still getting a feel for our new camera, so Wrigley got to be the model for the evening. He’s a looker, right?

Knowing Friday is just a few hours away, TGIF everyone.

Patiently waiting for some pizza

Patiently waiting for some pizza

Can't have pizza at Fralo's without some wine

Can’t have pizza at Fralo’s without some wine

Cheers, y'all

Cheers, y’all

Friday night music

Friday night music

Love this pup

Love this pup

Some of the best pizza in town

Some of the best pizza in town

Hope everyone has had a good week!

A week with Chessie

Last Wednesday, I picked up Chessie on my way home from work. Today, I dropped her off to a fellow care volunteer who would be driving her to Austin to meet her new family. Yep, Chessie found herself a home in just one week! As cheesy as it sounds, we’re really excited for her and the new life she has ahead.

It was a fun week with Chessie. For being significantly underweight and most likely a stray at some point in her life, she had little to no fear, something that I wasn’t expecting. Our first foster Duke was scared of everything (especially men) for the first couple months but Chessie showed nothing but curiosity and playfulness while she was here. I found it almost humorous how uninhibited she was and how she could make everything a game, even swatting at my hand whenever I would point to the floor and tell her “down!” to get off the couch. She spent most of her week in our house emptying the toy bin every morning and evening and wrestling with Wrigley, which was pretty fun (and at times chaotic) to watch. She’s also really smart. It took her less then 24 hours to figure out the doggie door. She even managed to bring in one of Wrigley’s favorite branches in through it with her. To confirm, this doggie door is technically a cat door, so it’s pretty small. I have no idea how she accomplished this.

All in all, she was an easy foster for us. We had no troubles at all with her, except for yesterday morning when she figured out how to somehow jump our garden fence and not so kindly dug up my freshly planted cantaloupe (she also left us a little organic fertilizer… how thoughtful). But otherwise, she was a goofy addition to our home for the time she as here.

Now that we’re back to a one-dog household, I’m sure Wrigley will be sleeping a lot over the next few days. Such heavy playtime wears the pup out! (I know, his life is really hard)

Picking up Chessie one week ago

Picking up Chessie one week ago

Chessie and Wrigley waiting for some homemade treats last weekend

Chessie and Wrigley waiting for some homemade treats last weekend

Lots of playtime = naptime

Lots of playtime = naptime

It's hard to tell, but they were playing tug of war with a branch last night. Fools.

It’s hard to tell, but they were playing tug of war with a branch last night. Fools.

Dropping Chessie off today

Dropping Chessie off today

 

Meet Chessie

Today, we picked up our new foster dog, Chessie. It’s been a bit of a hiatus since our last foster Target in September. After Target, we had our trip to Colorado, then came the holiday season, I can’t remember what January looked like, February followed with retreats and events just about every weekend, and I’m still trying to figure out where March went (whoa, we’re in April?). Now that things are kind of slowing down (mmm, yeah right), we thought it was a good time to bring another foster home. I had been keeping on eye on care’s Facebook page since we fostered Duke and Target through them, but they’ve been pulling a lot of puppies from the shelter (don’t even get me started on how someone could abandon a litter of puppies). We love puppies, but we honestly wouldn’t be able to give them the attention and training they need with our schedules. So we decided to wait a little more.

Yesterday, my coworker Annaliz (she’s on care’s board of directors) asked if we would consider fostering Chessie. I had somehow missed her post on the Facebook page amongst all the puppy posts (if you’re looking for a puppy, please look at all these cute pups in need of homes!). After some quick texting with Chip, we decided we would go ahead and foster Chessie. She was actually in boarding since Peggy, the founder of care, didn’t want her to be put down at the pound (most dogs only have about 72 hours to get out of there), so I picked her up from a local vet where she had been staying for a couple days after work today.

Chessie chilling in my car

Chessie chilling in my car

Chessie is a three year old German Shepherd mix. She’s been nothing but sweet and extremely playful this evening. I’m convinced she’s been a pet to someone before. She had no hesitation following me out of the vet today or hopping into my car to go home. She’s shown no fear to either Chip or myself and has made herself comfortable jumping on the furniture (we’re already trying to break that habit, we just need her to learn “down” or “no” as soon as possible haha). She had fun running around in the backyard a bit trying to play with Wrigley (he’s still trying to figure her out) and has been content to nap in the living room while we eat dinner. She’s significantly underweight, so we’ll be giving her lots of food to get her to the size she’s supposed to be. I’m sure her coat will also get better when she puts on weight, Duke was the same way when we brought him home last year.

We’ll be taking her to a care pet adoption event this Saturday; here’s to hoping she finds her forever family soon!

A Dog’s Purpose

I come from a family of dog-lovers. I’ve mentioned this before, but growing up, we always had at least one dog in our family. And let me tell you, we love our dogs as the rightful members of our family that they are. We had Canelo and Happy when I was a baby, two rambunctious labs. We had our first sheltie Caramelo when I was a little kid. Our second sheltie Scottie and beagle-terrier mix Daisy were our childhood dogs. While I was in college, my parents got shepherd-pointer mix Jake and then later shepherd-corgi-chow mix Penny. All of these dogs have been so different from each other and have brought us so much joy.

This past summer, my parents had to put Jake down. He was my mom’s dog and he loved her in a way far deeper than how he cared for the rest of us; we knew it wasn’t personal, he had a connection with my mom from the moment they saw him at the Tucson Humane Society and that connection never changed. My mom was Jake’s world and he did a great job making her feel protected whenever she was home alone during the day, with my dad at work, Alex at school and me at Trinity. Knowing how much my mom loved Jake, I got her the book¬†A Dog’s Purpose after we had to put Jake down. She loved it and appreciated it during that time over the summer. Knowing that I would also enjoy it, she let me borrow it while we were in Tucson for Christmas. Whereas Mindy Kaling’s book made me laugh the whole time, I sobbed and whimpered through most of this one. It is beautiful and highlights all of the reasons why we love dogs so much. I think the last book that made me cry this much was probably¬†Marley & Me. Darn you, dog books.

If these four-legged friends have a special place in your life, I’m sure you will also treasure this book. I don’t want to give too much away because it was so special to know little about this book before reading it, but I will leave you with two points: One, I love that this book is actually told from a dog’s perspective. This may seem weird at first, but the more I read, the more realistic this dog’s voice became and the more I treasured the way dogs see their human companions. Two, pace yourself with this book. There were definitely parts where I had to just stop, put the book down, and then go cry and hold Wrigley for a bit. Yes, the crying was strangely therapeutic, but reading this all at once can get pretty heavy.

I didn’t need this book to remind me how much I love dogs, but I do appreciate how much it made me remember that dogs too have a purpose in our world. To some they may just be (sometimes obnoxious and terrible) animals, but I really do see them as so much more. After reading this book, I couldn’t help but look back at all the dogs I’ve had throughout my life and reflect on what I believe their purposes were. I believe my early childhood dogs of Canelo, Happy and Caramelo introduced me to the joy dogs can bring, they were all goofs and very playful. Scottie taught me what companionship and fierce loyalty are, whereas my brother and I joke that Daisy taught us how to become cranky with old age. Jake taught me what deep love for one owner looks like and Penny continues to teach me to not judge a book by its cover; she was a skinny, skittish dog when we adopted her, and not the cutest, but she sure is sweet and strong now. Our first foster dog Duke taught Chip and I that despite a terrible history, dogs can learn to trust and love again and they all deserve that second chance. And then there’s Wrigley. He’s the first dog I’ve had as an adult and is the first living thing Chip and I have been responsible for. Yes, he can be a conniving brat who likes to check the kitchen counters while we pray before a meal, but he adds so much to our daily life. Sometimes we get a little sentimental thinking that whenever we start a family in the years to come, our kids won’t know Wrigley the same way we do, but after reading this book, I really feel that Wrigley’s purpose is to benefit us and our marriage (and hopefully not to prepare us for the worst child ever haha). He was there when we got engaged and is there for us every day when we get home. We’ve shared with other couples that Wrigley is a great reminder to us in our marriage of what unconditional love looks like. It doesn’t matter how long we’ve been gone or if we just corrected some bad behavior on his part; he greets us with abandon and jumps into our laps at every opportunity, ready to love on us and hopefully get a belly rub in return. He’s there laying beside our bed when we go to sleep and ready to greet us in the mornings when we wake up. For these and many more reasons, we love our pup.

With one of my first dogs, Canelo

With one of my first dogs, Canelo

Alex and I with Scottie

Alex and I with Scottie

With Scottie and Daisy

With Scottie and Daisy

Scottie and Daisy were definitely our childhood dogs

Scottie and Daisy were definitely our childhood dogs

With Jake - you can't tell, but he's sitting in front of my mom, like always

With Jake – you can’t tell, but he’s sitting in front of my mom, like always

Little puppy Wrigs three years ago

Little puppy Wrigs three years ago

One of our engagement pictures with Wrigley

One of our engagement pictures with Wrigley

Walking with Wrigley

One thing that amazes me about Wrigley is how he can always tell when he’s getting to go on a walk. Always. I know he’s a smart dog and he’s definitely a creature of habit, so it’s not completely surprising that he’s realized he’s more likely to go on a walk on Saturday mornings when I don’t do my normal shower-and-get-ready routine. But lately, our walks have been happening a little less often so I have no idea how he figured it out this evening.

The weather was absolutely gorgeous today so I knew I needed to take the pup out for a jog when I got home. I had just put away my purse and computer when Wrigley started spazzing out more than he usually does when we get home from work. He somehow already had a suspicion. That or he’s becoming a mind reader. By the time I grabbed my tennis shoes, Wrigley had run down the hall to the study room and stood staring at his basket that holds his leash and harness. The little stink definitely figured out our plans. So with that we went on a quick walk/jog which ended with him happily napping in the living room while I catch up on this week’s episodes of The Bachelor (I know it’s shameful, but I’m terribly addicted… so much drama!!).

A very happy Wrigley

A very happy Wrigley