Friday, February 2, 2018

Sometimes Life Gets in the Way

It seems the more I plan, the more life gets in the way. Like the weekly color challenges... I planned out my posts, chose my colors, and started to work on my projects, but something happened and I had to put that on the back burner. Not much cardmaking for me lately (except those for yesterday's blog hop). What changed? One word... dogs.

It's been 10 years since we've owned a dog (we miss our dear Chow Chow, Rusty, everyday) and we've been on the search for another fur baby the last few months. Hubby and I had certain criteria (we actually wanted different breeds and ages of dogs) and finally found what was a good compromise - or so we thought. On a day I didn't want to go look at dogs, I only wanted to stay in bed (thank you bout of depression), hubby encouraged me to get up and go to the shelter with him. The first shelter didn't have what we were looking for, and I considered it a sign to go home and climb back in bed. Unfortunately, hubby had other plans and took us (my 17 year-old son and me) to another shelter in a neighboring city.

And there he was... the Siberian Husky we had been looking for. Not quite the puppy we wanted, but at 1-1/2 years, he still has the puppy spirit within him. 

Handsome, isn't he? Okay, my son's good looking, too... but I was referring to the dog. LOL! I won't bore you with the details of how we were moved from the bottom of the waiting list to the top, but let's just say... this husky had a little pal in the same kennel, and we couldn't adopt one and not the other. That's right... we ended up adopting two dogs!

Aren't they adorable??? And so angelic, too! Yeah, right... they are quite the handful! The cones of shame are because of a little snip that had to happen before leaving the shelter. Those come off in another week. I'm a little scared about how much trouble they can get into once the cones are gone.

We take them on frequent walks... like about six a day. Spoiled? Yes... absolutely! But also absolutely necessary or they get into all sorts of trouble inside... like ripping up pillows and peeing on everything. Sigh.

This sweet moment lasted for about 30 seconds. Then it was back to sibling rivalry. I swear... it's like taking care of twin toddlers with two complete opposite personalities!

I was never one for using crates, but everyone kept telling me to get them... that they will be their safe spaces. They use them for about five minutes then vacate. The little dog uses the big crate, and the big dog tries to fit his coned head into the little crate. Hilarious!

Wish us luck as we continue to learn how to live with each other. I'll be honest, there are days I want to take them back to the shelter. But then I think about how much they need us... and we need them. Good therapy, if you ask me. Then again... ask me how I feel in another week or two. LOL!

Thanks for taking this break with me, and I promise I'll be back soon with more cards. I think I have a hop coming up... I'd better start creating!