Saturday I did an a.m. bootcamp. I haven’t been in so long and saw a couple of people that I knew from the past including one woman who I used to be an instructor for. To this day I still think she’s a b*tch and would never work for her again (nor take any of her camps). She seemed surprised to see me there but I didn’t care. It was a free camp that morning and I was planning on taking advantage of it. I’m going to try and do the [free] Saturday camps from now on when I have free weekends.
After camp I stopped off and got coffee and ran home to get ready to go with Ellen to a music festival in north Georgia. Once at her house we packed a cooler, chairs, sweatshirts and snacks and took off. I hadn’t been up to this particular place in years and never when they had live music. I was looking forward to seeing all the women and possibly picking one up. Which, I did.
Yep, once we were there a woman from a local shelter had three puppies and a kitten up for adoption. We stopped and petted them for a minute and then we went to set up our chairs. Once we got settled and cracked a beer I said, “I have to go look at that dog again.”
“Ok, I’ll go with you.”
We went back over to the small fenced pen and I reached in and petted her again. She was part Labrador, part hound the lady said. Her pen mates were a shepherd/Jack Russell mix and a pit bull. They were all playing and I had to pry them both away to pick her up. She seemed calmer than the other two despite playing with them just as hard. She nudged her head under my chin and put her head on my shoulder.
“You can talk her for a walk if you want.” The lady said, handing me a leash.
“How much is she?” I asked.
“She’s $100. She’s been spayed, had her first round of shots and is micro-chipped.”
I turned to Ellen still holding her. “Well, that’s it then. I don’t have a $100.”
“I have eighty and I know you have that twenty so I think between the two of us we can swing it.”
We took her for a walk that did it. I was a goner. She walked fairly well on a leash for only being 4 months old. I filled out all the appropriate paperwork and we scraped up the money and paid for her. I got a bowl, a leash, collar and some puppy food. We took the new puppy over to where we were sitting and all these women came up and said, “Did you just adopt her?” and then that was it. Droves of people were playing with the pup including the kids of the two couples next to us. Our friends showed up with their puppy and we set up a pen and let the two of them play it out. Then, the couple who adopted the pit bull brought her over and put her in the pen as well. By the time we left that night we had listened to a bunch of great music, met some people and I had become the mother of a pup – an un-prepared mother at that. But, thanks to Ellen and Lee Sadie now has a crate, toys, collars, harnesses, flea meds and a half eaten rawhide knot.
Lee and I had started talking again over the weekend. Even though we’re not back together [by any means] or even dating it’s been good and easy going with no expectations. That night after Ellen and I reluctantly left I sent her a text with Sadie’s picture. She texted back that she didn’t believe that I had a dog while Ellen drove us back from the mountains. By the time I got home and took Sadie out of the truck Lee pulled into driveway illuminating me standing there holding the dog.
She got out of the car and said, “So, it is true.”
“Yes, meet Sadie.” I handed her over. She had slept the whole way back from the mountains and was still a bit groggy. “We need to go find some puppy food because I somehow didn’t make it back with my backpack with food in it and she’s hungry.”
The three of us got in her car and we went to an all night grocery. Sadie curled up in Lee’s lap on the way to the store. “She’s adorable.”
“I know. She’s so good.”
Lee pulled up in front of the store and I went in and bought puppy food, cat food (might as well kill two birds with one stone) and a squeaky chew toy. I got back into the car with the chew toy sticking out of the bag. Lee saw it and shook her head, “You are going to be a big sucker.”
Once home, she helped me set up a crate that Ellen loaned me to use. I no more set it up and put a rug inside when Sadie went in, laid down and went to sleep.
“She’s already crate trained?”
I shrugged my shoulders, “I guess.”
“That’s a good sign.”
“I know. I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop like she’s going to wake up tomorrow and want to eat all my shoes or the comforter off my bed or something.”
“Well, you’ll find out pretty soon.”
I fully expected to not get any sleep that night but Sadie slept the whole night only to rattle her cage at 5:45 to go out for a quick pee. We came back into the house and instead of putting her back in her crate I let her lay in the bed with me. She is a snuggler. Yesterday, we went for a huge walk around the lake and then over to Ellen’s to play with her dog, Jax. They ran around the yard and played while her rooster crowed and flapped his wings.
“I’ve never seen Gertrude (Ellen thought he was a hen starting out and now the name stuck) crow like that. It must be because there’s a new dog in the yard.”
Afterwards, I just drove around in the truck for a while and Sadie was settled in the back seat. (that was when the picture above was taken). She rode really well. I was pleased because I want to take her places with me. She seems to really like people, kids especially, and other animals. She’s as social as her mother which is a good thing.
Later that night we went over to Carla and Siobhan’s for dinner. “Bring the new puppy.” I was told. Uh, huh – I see how it is – the dog has numerous play and dinner dates and I’m just the human escort. 😉
So, here she is laid out on Carla’s couch. She was on Siobhan’s beagles’ bed which he announced with a howling bark.
This morning, I was up at 5:15 and getting dressed to take her on a walk. We walked down the street and around the lake. I had no idea how long it was going to take but wanted to establish a good routine for the mornings. We got back to the house by 5:45 with plenty of time for me to grab a shower, get dressed and run out the door. As I got suited up to hop on the bike I heard her whimpering from her crate in the bedroom and thought that this is what all mothers must go through when they leave their kids every day to go to work. That so far is the only difficult thing about having a dog.