Pick your Puppy

An extra post today, reblogging one that has left me teary-eyed.

Source: Momma’s Gone City

Wishes Granted: Theo and Beau

Our quest for a puppy began last Christmas, while we were still living in New York City. We had trekked the three excited kids twelve blocks to Macy’s in Herald Square on a blustery day, made our way through Santa Land and eventually to greet the wish granter. Jack and Zoe perched themselves on Santa’s lap on the 8th floor and asked-in unison-for a puppy. While I’ll likely not forget the sound of our hearts breaking, Justin and I smiled and sort choked in disbelief. We were certain their requests would be one of the items on their heavily tracked Christmas gift lists, surely one near the top. A puppy didn’t even make an appearance.

With the pending move, our student-loan-ridden financial situation, and basic red tape about dogs being banned from our residence in NYC, we were approaching a conversation that we had hoped to avoid for at least a year. While it was sort of a sad moment for us as parents, the anticipation and excitement and feeling of “reward” for completing our journey in dental school was far more enticing than a simple wish granted by the big man in red. We wanted to instill in the kids that having a puppy is a big deal, and that he would need attention and love just like we do.

Fast forward to Monday, November 4th. Justin and I had been stalking the shelters both on line and in person for months, and finally agreed to bring the kids to be apart of the adoption process. I took them all myself one day, determined not to leave without a puppy. Acting on impulse is something I’m very, very good at (clearly to my own detriment). We didn’t find one on that day, but our puppy landed in our arms on the day we visited a few weeks later.

Visiting animal shelters was something that used to make me inevitably cry. I suspect that the suffering of the children and dogs that we saw in Guatemala “hardened” me a bit, as I wasn’t nearly as emotional as I had expected to be. We found him tucked together with his two siblings in the back yard of the Santa Cruz SPCA. Big Bird-as he was named at the shelter-was the shyest of them all to meet us, though he bounded instantly into Beau’s lap as soon as he entered their pen. The look on his little furry face was enough to seal the deal for me, we had met our newest family member.

Go and read the rest, see some wonderful photos, the boy and his dog are inseparable, even for naps.

Follow that up with the update; Hello, World