Meet Sadie Irene Lady Bird Johnson.
Yes, she has 5 names (7 if you count my and the Dude’s last name. We decided to hyphenate).
We brought her home yesterday from the ASPCA. She’s a 5 year old lab/mastiff mix. A “Mastador.” I just love clever mix names.
Sadie was brought in by her owners because they were moving. She was too big to take them with her. Lucky for us, she was available two weeks ago when we went to visit the shelter.
I’ve been wanting a dog (as an adult) for years now. Growing up, we had a German Shepard, Maxine Magnolia (my sister and I were feeling very southern belle when we named her) and she was the best dog ever. She died as I was leaving for college, so I didn’t really have the option for a dog in a dorm room. In the years after that, I was more focused on having fun and going out.
After I moved back to Rhode Island, I started to get puppy fever. Living in apartments that had a no dog policy was a valid reason for not getting one. My roommate had a cat and Dude had a cat, so that satisfied my pet need for a bit. Puppy fever never abated though, so I searched on PetFinder and cooed over dogs in the park and watched my friends’ dogs when they went away.
When Dude and I talked about moving in together, I expressed that a pro-dog policy was a must. As luck would have it, we moved into a building that his Dad owns, so my quest for a pup finally got the green light.
Back in November, before my surgery, I told Duder that if I turned out to be cancerous, I was getting my damn dog. You can’t really argue with that logic. Even doctor’s know that cancer is cancelled out by dog love. But I still had to wait to get him or her.
As I talked about earlier this week, my routine will definitely be changing – but I’m pretty sure it’s all for the better.
Any advice for new dog owners?