Friday, April 16, 2010

Big Week, Big News

After years of wishing, hoping and praying (and some practice being an adult with only ONE address for more than two seconds), the day has come. I'm getting a dog. In three hours.

It is a pretty simple story. I started volunteering at Brooklyn Animal Rescue Coalition a couple months ago. I fell in love. We all could have predicted that one, right?

The special guy is named Sammy, a handsome melange of boxer, pit, and millions of other doggies fused into a sweet, goofy, laid back dude. On our first walk together, he leaned his head against my leg every time we stopped to cross the street- and that was it for me.

This is my first dog- mine, not my brother's or my dad's or my mom's or my friend's boyfriend's. This is going to be mine. And I'm nervous.

I've been taking care of dogs for a while now. And kids (who I find to be easier). But having this guy as my first dependant is huge. Will I be a good mom? Will he adjust well? Will I be able to give him the life he deserves- and an opportunity to chase bunnies in an open pasture someday? Will he love me as much as I love him, or just find me really clingy and annoying?

And I have one other nagging question in my head- after years of patience, why are the minutes all of a sudden dragging so, so slowly?!

Pics to follow, if the next two hours and fifty minutes ever come.

1 comment:

  1. Congratulations. May it go more smoothly than my relationship with our puppy, who is fast becoming, "Ben's dog." :)
    Sounds like a great dog. You'll have fun.