Well, I've got good news for you. I've got a post that is not wedding related in the slightest! Wahooooo!
Today marks the last day JC & I are no longer a family of 2. No, I'm not delivering a baby tomorrow. If you follow me on Instagram you know what I'm talking about, but if not, let me start from the beginning..
For as long as I can remember, I've wanted a puppy. I grew up with dogs in my house at all times, usually more than one. Our last family pup passed away 4 years ago this past January and I can safely say, I still imagine him running up to me when I visit my parent's house. Obviously that doesn't happen and I get a little sad each time. Who doesn't love a puppy greeting?!
Last year I almost got a dog at an adoption event at the local Petco, but JC was adamant that we couldn't get a dog and I didn't want to go against his wishes - we all know where that would lead and I would hope that he'd do the same if the roles were reversed.
So every once in awhile I bring up a puppy - birthdays, holidays, anniversaries, Tuesdays....
Then, a few weeks back, JC tells me that someone on FB has a "perfect puppy" available for adoption. He shows me this adorable yellow lab and I die a little inside. So, I do what any red blooded American female does, I proceed to beg him to contact the girl to get more info and let her know we're interested. He tells me he'll think about.
I come home the next day to ask what he thought and he says "the cons outweigh the only pro - getting a dog would be fun!". Grrrr. So I tell him to please never mention a perfect, available dog again, if we can't have him. I tried to stop thinking about said puppy, but I couldn't.
Unlike usual, I couldn't stop bringing up the puppy idea. We even went to an adoption event at another Petco that following weekend and I was overwhelmed. So many people, very few pups and what pups they did have just looked incredibly sad and scared to death. We left and I began to pout.
If talking wasn't going to convince JC, pouting would definitely do the trick (only because I could tell he was coming closer to the light side).
Just a few hours later, I woke up from a nap to JC asking "so on a scale of 1-10, how badly do you want a dog?" and my response was "25!!!!!!!!". That's when he made all my dreams come true and said we could get a puppy!
Obviously, I spent the next couple of days scouring the internet for rescues that met our criteria - yellow, male lab puppy. Not the easiest to find - especially when you're impatient.
I came home that following Monday to JC telling me that he wanted a pure bred dog. Sorry, animal activists. We both definitely understand the pros of getting a rescue puppy, but the heart wants what the heart wants. So then I changed gears and started researching breeders. I found one nearby, filled out their questionnaire and shortly after got an email saying our answers were "perfect for a puppy". They said they could call me the next day. I gave them my availability and then waited.
And waited. And waited some more. Around lunch time on Tuesday I was getting impatient, especially since I had no idea if these people had any pups available at the time. So I started Googling some more, filling out more questionnaires and Googling even more. Around page 2 or 3 of my Google search, I found Covenant Farm Puppies.
It appeared they had a recent litter with 2 yellow male puppies available. However, I couldn't tell how often they updated their site. They didn't require a questionnaire to be filled out - just needed to confirm that someone could be at home with the pup the majority of the day. This is basically the only time JC's terrible overnight schedule has a been a plus.
Not long after I emailed them, I got a reply that they did in fact still have 2 males left and with a deposit I could have the pick of the 2. Shortly after that, deposit was paid and we were scheduled to make the 3 hour trek to pick out our new son!
JC was partial to one of the 2. I didn't really have a preference and I didn't want to make a decision based on pictures. I'm a firm believer that pups generally pick you!
And boy did he. When we got there Saturday, they sat the 2 down and we couldn't see their tags to know which was 7 and which was 8. So I just stuck my hand out to see which came. This adorable little thing came right over, licked my hand and went from timid to fun and crazy (emphasis on that second adjective) within 5 seconds. I looked at his tag - #8, the one JC was partial to!
The other one was obviously adorable and he was extremely chill. I don't think he moved more than 6 inches the whole time. If he wasn't sitting up staring at the wall, he was laying down relaxing. This was all while our chosen pup was crawling over top of him, chewing on everything in sight (my hair, jeans, jacket, some wood, the electrical cord for a lamp, potpourri...you name it!). Clearly #7 was the safer of the 2, likely much easier to handle, but #8 just had a personality you couldn't ignore.
While we were playing with the puppy, the breeder proceeds to tell us that another lady who inquired about the 2 shortly after us that same day was trying to bribe him to let her pay more that day, so she could have the pick of the 2. He told her that's not how he does business - she wouldn't be too happy if she was expecting to get to pick and then was given what was left after the fact. He kept her pick a secret until we made our final decision.
So once we firmly agreed that we wanted #8, we found out that's the one the sneaky lady wanted too. I've got one word for ya, lady. KARMA! Although I'm sure #7 will be the most amazing, easily trainable pup!
So after that very lengthy blog post about how it came to be - allow me to introduce to you, Hudson Ehredt. The cutest yellow lab puppy you ever did see - born on Christmas day.
Needless to say, I cannot wait for tomorrow to come, so I can squeeze this precious babe for many years to come!