So, where do I begin?
My husband and I adopted an adorable puppy from our local humane society. It all started just over a month ago. She was a stray that bolted across the road in front of our car and then followed me home from the mail box. I have a big heart for the strays around my apartment complex, most of the times we have cats wandering around like crazy but she was the first dog we had seen in the neighborhood. We pet her and she licked us like crazy. Occasionally she would wander off but always came back to our front porch. Before long we ended up feeding her and she somehow made it inside and was sleeping on our couch. All I could do was stare at her! And then my husband named her (the worst thing you can do if your unsure if you can afford a dog!) We knew we couldn't keep her, so we dropped her off at the humane society. As we pulled away she looked up at me with begging eyes and I. lost. it. I was crying harder than I have cried in months, begging my husband to go back but we couldn't. We were worried she was might be sick, she was starved and neither one of us had a job to support her. But, one thing led to another and we brought her home with a clean bill of health. The first night she had come in to the house she had laid her head next to Gabriel's memory box and I knew she was the one for us.
Since then she has been a joy, and a little bit of a hassle but we are making things work. She loves to be outside and since she requires so much activity I have already started to lose weight! She has brought more happiness in our lives these last few weeks than I could have ever imagined.
