Looking for Trouble


He’s heeerrreeee!! And I’m exhausted already (which really has nothing to do with the dog and everything to do with a 5am wakeup). But he’s super cute and so far he’s HUGELY tolerant. But damn, we need a fence and quick.

If you’ve been following my blog for a while, or know me in real life, you know about my little dog Hunter. December 9th was a bad day for me. As was the 10th and the 11th and the 12th. It took me a long time to be able to talk about Hunter without breaking into tears at the mention of his name. And then it took me a long time to get to the point where I could see his little picture and smile and the tears wouldn’t come. And from there time passed and life went on and we started looking at dogs here and there. Every week at our local trip to the farmers market we’d visit with the little adoption dogs and Patrick would squeal and bark and Courtney would ask when we could get a new dog. Time was passing.

A few weeks ago we were at the market and there was this little black dog. He was a lab mix mutt, 40ish pounds and super cute. He appeared to be very tolerant of the kids, had a good temper and didn’t bark at every single person or dog that walked by. I asked the foster dad a million questions and we left. Last Saturday while we were there, he was there again. And again, I had a very long chat with the foster dude.

I’ve been thinking long and hard about this dog, wondering if it was time. If I was ready. If we were ready as a family. Was I ready to bring another dog into my life? To love unconditionally?

I guess we’ll find out. The little guy is coming to our house tomorrow to spend the weekend with us. If he works out, he’ll be moving in. I’m excited. I’m nervous. But I’m ready. I can’t wait for him to get here.

Oh, and his name is Trouble. That’s not ominous, is it?

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