Sometimes, my sister and I are stupid. Sometimes we’re impulsive. Sometimes we do things without actually thinking about them.
Case in point? We adopted a dog last weekend.
Don’t get me wrong, we’ve talked about getting a dog before. We’ve discussed the necessity of having to get a little puppy so my cat, Mulligan, won’t be deathly afraid of it like he is of our parents’ 80 lb. thinks he’s a lap dog adorable beast. We’ve talked about wanting a larger breed of dog since we both agree that the whole concept of small yappy dogs goes against nature because they’re basically the spawn of Satan. Okay, so that might be just me that thinks that.
The point is, the thought of adopting a dog isn’t what came out of left field. We’ve talked about it before. We’ve even shot name ideas back and forth. It’s just that every time we’ve broached the subject of puppies, we’ve never really gotten around to discussing the when part. It’s always…someday we’re going to get a puppy…maybe next year.
This past Sunday, we were soaking up burgers at Huey’s in an attempt to recover from the previous night’s Christmas Party when Kristen looked up at me and said, “Let’s go look at puppies today.”
Randomly. Out of the blue. And my response?
OHMIGOD PUPPIES! That’s a FANTASTIC idea…PUPPIES! PUPPIES! PUPPIES!
That’s not verbatim, but it’s close enough.
We immediately drove to the animal shelter, all giddy and happy, while I googled pictures of puppies so we could both squeal over their ridiculous adorableness. We figured we would just go look that day. That was the smart way to do it, right? Put some feelers out there, figure out what type of dog we wanted, etc. You know, kind of like buying a car—we’d shop around first. Then, in a few weeks—after much responsible deliberation—maybe we’d actually adopt one.
That’s why an hour later, we left the animal shelter $85 poorer with a puppy happily bouncing in my lap. We are obviously the spitting image of self-control. But, seriously. Look at her face. Don’t lie. You wouldn’t have been able to resist this, either.
It’s been so long since I’ve had a puppy that I completely forgot how much they are like children (go here for a refresher about my stance on having babies). They cry, keep you up at night, piss and shit everywhere. We totally underestimated the responsibility we were taking on. Literally. They just shit everywhere. But then, you look at her adorable face and you completely forget what you just had to clean up that was somehow smeared all over the entire contents of your bathroom.
On that note, I’ll leave you with some more pictures. Everyone…meet Maddie Belle Archer. It’s okay if you squeal.
– lindsey archer