Recently Ryne and I have been talking about expanding our little family of two. It wasn’t until we were spending time in Key West that we started seriously discussing adding a new member to our family. I had spent the afternoon walking around downtown with the girls when we saw a small pet shop. There were about ten puppies for sale, all priced over 1,000 dollars. Ridiculous right?! They were cute, though!
No matter how cute those little puppies were, I honestly knew we were going to rescue a dog. No doubt about it in my mind. It just took a little convincing to get Ryne to agree, because he has wanted a Shiba Inu for a while. I just can’t justify buying a puppy from a breeder when I know that there are so many in need of good homes. Yesterday we decided we were going to drive to a nonprofit shelter in Columbia to look at a few dogs, just to see what size/breed we might eventually want. There were so many adorable dogs and puppies. This pen in particular caught our attention:
They were all going to be too large for us, though, so we kept looking! A little further into the building, we saw a boy holding the most adorable puppy we had ever seen. We were smitten! We couldn’t believe someone had gotten there right before we did and picked him out. We went to the pen where the boy had found the puppy and played with his brothers, but they were missing that “something” the first puppy had. We basically stood there pouting and as we were getting ready to leave, we saw the boy put the puppy back into the pen and walk off. The boy’s mother had decided against it. I wish I could say that I felt bad for the kid, but in all honesty I was having a hard time not diving in the pen and grabbing the puppy right in front of him. We waited until he left and scooped up our new baby!
Buddy’s first Instagram (haha):
It is so like us to just “go look” at something and then end up buying it. We are impulse purchasers for sure! At least we knew we would have gotten one soon anyway… so at least we were somewhat prepared for the night ahead of us. After buying all of the essentials, we drove our eight week old baby boy home for his first night at his new home. First up on the agenda? A bath! Buddy stunk like you wouldn’t believe…
After getting fresh and clean, he played, ate, and napped for the next several hours. Around 11 pm Ryne headed off to bed because he had to get up for work the next day at 4:30… so puppy sitting fell into my hands. And let me tell you, this thing was a handful! Wait until you see where I had the pleasure of “sleeping” last night. If he woke up and didn’t see me, he would scream bloody freaking murder! It was the saddest and most maddening night of my life. I felt bad for him, but I also felt a little bad for myself.
This morning Buddy wasn’t being as active as he had been last night. I figured he was just worn out from all the activity of the day before; however, he quickly lost interest in food, playing, and even his water bowl. He couldn’t hold anything down, so he just stopped trying. Poor baby was so sick, but he somehow managed to make it to his potty pads each time. I drove him to the shelter and they tested a few things and sent us home with some deworming meds. Here’s to hoping they work! If he’s not eating by tomorrow morning I’m taking him to the vet… I can’t stand to see him like this. I got absolutely nothing accomplished today, but I’m okay with that. I didn’t want to let him out of my sight for a second. Tonight we are going to take it easy and hopefully have a better night’s sleep than last night. See y’all tomorrow!