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Monday, November 3, 2014

Woof! I Want Open Records!

I've written about ten blog posts and deleted them over the last few months.  Something that used to come effortlessly to me has now become a lot harder.  I mean, I used to blog every single day without fail.  And now, it's been months and I can't seem to get anything out there.  So I'm just going to go for it today because something has to give.

I got a dog.  She's amazing.  I love her to pieces.  And she seriously dug up some adoption crap for me in surprising ways.  I'm shocked that sometimes, we treat our animals better than we treat people.  Disagree with that statement?  Read on.

My puppy is a purebred.  I know lots of people like to debate shelter vs breeder and so forth, but my husband and I did a lot of research and decided to go for the purebred dog.  I love shelter dogs.  I hope to adopt from a shelter in the future.  Our first dog just needed to be as predictable as we could get (as much as an animal can be predictable I guess).  I met with the breeder, got to meet the stud, and feel in love with my puppy.  Bringing her home was amazing and terrifying.  She slept most of the first night, but it took a full week for her to get used to us and our home.  My heart ached for her because the adoptee in me knows what it's like to lose a mother.  And to do it in a way that you don't get what's going on (because you certainly can't explain to to a pet or a baby).  I was seriously conflicted because the triggers were all there.  I felt flat out horrible for a full week, even knowing that this happens to almost every single dog (unlike adoptees who are in the minority).  I cried for me, for her, for everything.  And then I snuggled with my puppy who made me feel a little bit better.  I've slowly come to terms with everything.  But darn those stupid triggers!  For once I'd just like to be "normal", you know like "normal" people who get dogs and don't feel that huge hole in their hearts when they think about taking their puppies away from their mothers to the point where it makes it hard to function.