We’re not the greatest at sticking to plans and timelines. At one point, we’d said we might never get married. (Obviously that didn’t happen.) Last November, we resigned the lease on our 2-bedroom townhouse that we loved. (Three months later, Derek got a job out of state.) In September 2016, we said we’d start looking at potentially adopting a dog. (We picked up our German Shepherd-Husky mix, Dakota, less than a week later.)
And don’t ya know, we managed to do it again!
We both love dogs and are committed to #adoptdontshop. Over the past few years, I’ve ended up following a number of animal shelters and rescue organizations on Facebook, and I have a bad habit of sending my husband links to photos of adoptable dogs… about once a week. He’s told me to stop, but it’s a hard habit to break!
I’m used to showing him photos and immediately seeing him roll his eyes and half-jokingly tell me that it’s dangerous to look at those when we aren’t ready for a second dog.
Until the week after our wedding, when I showed him a little golden adoptable pup and he responded “Okay, let’s get him.” I was flabbergasted, confused and anxious, but also thrilled so we promptly filled out the application online. Figured we were unlikely to really hear anything.
24 hours later, the shelter checked our references.
Three days later, they came for a home visit.
Four days later, we picked up our new baby, eight-week-old Charlie.
And so, eight days after officially becoming husband and wife, we added a fourth member to our little family. Dakota became a big sister (she’s amazing at it) and we started having to guard every sock and shoelace from razor-sharp puppy teeth.
We adopted Dakota when she was already 18 months old. So we’ve never really done the puppy-raising experience, other than when living in our parents’ homes. And prior to Dakota, I’d never lived with a dog that weighed more than 15 pounds. (My family are little dog people. His family are big dog people. We ended up somewhere in the middle with mixed breeds that end up around 50 pounds… Okay, those are still big dogs and I LOVE them.)
We’re now six weeks into being married and five weeks into having two fur-babies. There have been frustrations (Charlie likes to poop under our bed) and surprises (will his ears stand up or won’t they?) and adorableness (his favorite place to sleep is completely hidden under the covers). All in all, we wouldn’t change a thing.
Training a puppy is 10x easier with an older dog who can show him the ropes. We say sit, she sits, he… well, for the first few weeks, he bounced around, yipped and tried to climb on top of her. But now he sits when she sits!
And having Charlie has been incredibly good for Dakota. We don’t know much about the first eight weeks of Charlie’s life, but we know a fair amount about the first 18 months of Dakota’s. She was definitely loved, but the people who loved her had no idea how to care for her. As a result, she’s jumpy and scared of new things, hesitant about being touched too much, and always on alert. She looked at us like we’d lost our minds when we brought Charlie home. But she has grown to be the best big sister a puppy could ask for. She is gentle and patient. His puppy barks never annoy her, no matter how shrill they get. She drops to the ground so he can reach her when they play. She slows her run so be can almost keep up. And just now, she let him curl up at her belly and use her shoulder for a pillow. For the briefest of moments, she even rested her head on his.
If you’d known our girl a year ago when we adopted her, you’d never have thought those moments would be possible. Being a big sis is showing her mellow side.
It also makes me very excited for just how wonderful a big sister she will be to human babies in a few years.
Unless, you know, we screw up that timeline too.