Q. Why do I feel like Angelina Jolie right now?
A. I just got collagen injections.
B. I just broke up a marriage.
C. I just put on a necklace filled with Eric’s blood.
D. I’m dying to bring home a little multicolored love object to raise as my own.
Eric and I have been hypothetically talking about what kind of dog we’d want for a while, but we hadn’t settled on a breed. Although I get weepy every time we walk by cute dog collars, it wasn’t exactly a pressing issue. But we do like to talk about it and he likes to fall asleep watching Animal Planet and then, on Thursday morning, he woke up to a show highlighting the Toy Fox Terrier. Given that I wanted a miniature pinscher and he wanted a terrier, he thought it might be a good compromise. So we did some research and I agreed that I thought it could be the dog. And I was sort of thinking, “OK, so now we figured that out — now what do we have to debate on long car rides?” I didn’t think more about it, as it seemed like one of those, “OK, great, glad we settled something that isn’t going to happen for a while” things.
But then Friday morning he told me he had already started looking for breeders in the area. I was so surprised that he’d taken it upon himself to start looking (!!) and started checking out the sites he sent me, as well as looking up some on my own.
After dealing with the fact that in the dog world, it’s apparently a badge of honor to have a hideous website with bedazzled graphics and terrible music, I came across this website. Not only did I actually like the site, but they seemed to have a lot of experience with the breed. I e-mailed for more info and within two e-mails, I knew I had not only found our breeder, but I had made a new friend.
The breeder, Michelle, is amazing — she gave us so much info on the breed, the bloodlines, and the process — and her passion, knowledge, and experience was so clear. And the more I learned, the happier I was that Eric had started this sooner rather than later. Apparently, getting a dog can come with a little bit of a waiting period, which is why I now feel like Angelina, despite my not-so-Lara-Croft biceps — it’s going to be a little while before we can go get our puppy.
So, turns out, she has two bitches (a highly technical term) expecting puppies at the end of March. They have to stay with her for 8 weeks, so they’ll be ready to go home at the end of May…which just happens to be exactly when Eric and I are going to be moving in together!
(Did I mention that we’re moving in together in May? I think I forgot. Probably because it didn’t seem like a huge deal to me; I mean, I moved across the country for him — getting an apartment together isn’t one of those, “Oh, so now I know we’re serious!” things. But when I casually mentioned this to Julia in December, she said, “How could you not tell me this sooner? It’s kind of a big deal!” So…Surprise!!!! The countdown to living in sin is ON!)
We made it official yesterday with her — we’re on the waiting list for a male puppy from one of those litters (although on the off chance there are no males in March, we’ll get our puppy later in the year). My mom suggested we get siblings, and, as someone who seriously hopes to give birth to twins some day — two for the price of one assault on your body! — I kind of liked this idea. Michelle said that people often come back to her for a second dog and say that they should have just gotten two at the same time, but she said it’s really up to us. As of right now, we’re just planning for one, but who knows? Come May, we might cave and decide to do all our puppy-rearing at once.
In the meantime, I’m just getting excited about being a dog mom again. I loved raising Tag and Lola, even though Tag has a serious ‘tude and Lola failed puppy class (she’s…special). They were with me when I moved to Chicago and it was so cold — my apartment’s heat was um, not good — and they had to wear sweaters and sleep under the covers to stay warm. But when I went to MSU, they got used to living with my mom and grandma and it wouldn’t have been right for me to take them away from their home after that. (I don’t think my grandma could have handled it, honestly!)
The good news for you? Eric and I have agreed to never be Those People, so, unless it is relevant to the story — and photographing a dog at 30 different angles is generally not relevant to my stories, although I make no promises when Halloween rolls around — you can rest assured that this blog will not turn into a puppy photo portfolio.
Except for this teeny tiny video from Michelle with some of her puppies…
I’m guessing Angelina didn’t get to watch videos of her kids in the orphanage until she got to go pick them up. Actually she probably didn’t want to. So when you think of it that way, I’m actually way better off than she was.