Andrew and I hadn't even been together for two years yet when he turned to me and said, "We should get a dog!" Like with most things Andrew says, I
"That's a great idea! Maybe in a few years," I responded.
A few weeks later, Andrew picked me up after class and told me he had a surprise for me.
"Oh God, you didn't!" I said.
"We're just going to go see the dog. Not buy it. I promise!" he
So, there we were, driving to a parking lot to meet a lady who had an eight-week old puppy (yes, it did kind of feel like a drug deal).
And then I saw it...
|First picture of our puppy, ever!|
This cute little thing was also shaking like crazy. I asked to hold the puppy. The moment I put her in my arms, she stopped shaking. I fell in love instantly!
Now, Andrew had found this lady and her dog off of Kijiji (the Canadian version of Craig's List) and I felt bad that I was considering getting a dog that wasn't from a shelter. I had heard about puppy mills and I wasn't about to help someone who participates in that.
So, I started asking questions.
Me: "Why are you selling your dog?"
Lady: "Because my husband and I have a baby and my husband is an evil person who wants to get rid of the dog." Andrew will tell you she responded with something else, but I think he was too busy admiring the dog to pay attention.
Me: "Where did you get the dog?"
Lady: "I got her from a breeder. She's a Sheppard/Roti mix." Lies. There's no way this dog is part Roti.
Me: "If we take her, can we have all her stuff. Like, her collar, leash, toys and food?"
Lady: "I don't have any of that." Red flag number one. What do you mean you don't have any stuff for a PUPPY?
Me: "What have you been feeding her then?"
Lady: "Rice." You've been feeding an eight-week old puppy rice?! And JUST rice?! Andrew, grab the dog and let's get out of here!Every red flag possible went up in my mind and I was determined that I would not be leaving this poor dog with a crazy-lady who only feeds it rice. No wonder the puppy was shaking when I saw it! She was scared of the crazy-lady!
I paid the lady for the dog and got the heck out of there. The first thing we did before bringing our new baby home was take a trip to PetsMart (with puppy in my arms the whole time). There, we spent way too much money on toys, food, pee-pads and everything else she might need.
We brought her home and put her on my desk.
|(Uh, people? I just want to sleep. Ktnx.)|
|(Ah yeah. That's better.)|
Oh and what did we name her? I wanted to name her Mitzy. Andrew and his brother agreed that was a stupid name and said her name would be Misty. Lucky for them, I liked it.
|(This is my blanket now.)|
|(I'll take this pillow too.)|
|(And this one!)|
And more pictures...
|Guard dog. Obviously.|
|Andrew took this. It's one of his favourite pictures.|
She likes planes, just like her daddy.
|She loves her mommy.|
He's not strangling her. I swear.
|10-weeks / three years|