I’m going to attempt to get this done while the baby is sleeping. Yep, I’m a new mommy! I took some pics of his arrival–or our picking him up I should say–and wanted to share them with you. Saturday was a big day for us. We got ourselves a new baby, and I got a chance to attend my granddaughter’s 5th birthday party. Well, the beginning of it anyway.
The Old Man and I have been seriously looking for a pup online for the past week or so. We finally ruled out getting another Pitbull (the Old Man didn’t want to take any chances comparing the new one to Sully) and decided to look for a Lab this time. I finally found some pics of ones that I thought my husband would like, he took a look/see, and we notified the owner we’d like to come take a look. Ya know…cause just taking a look was all we were gonna do. Whatever! She was a really nice woman by the name of Diana Rech who gave us her location and provided us with directions to her home in Dwight, Nebraska. So early Saturday morning, the Old Man, Hound Dog and me, set forth on our busy journey.
Wow…the drive was long! Two hours into it after rerouting, backtracking, and winding down some seriously, long country roads, the Old Man finally turned to me and said, “Shit, we could’ve gone to Colorado and it wouldn’t take as long.”
The weather had turned, we seemed to be driving in and out of bouts of rain, so we were relieved when we finally found the place. Guess what she had waiting for us in the front yard?
We had a little time to kill before I was supposed to be at the birthday party later in the afternoon, so we decided to drive to Columbus to see the Old Man’s best friend, Eric.
We said our goodbye’s and headed out. It’s a long, damn drive to Council Bluff’s to my daughters and Pissy was already getting tired. My back doesn’t do long rides in a vehicle well.
We had to detour through some small town so the Old Man could show me where he purchased our propane tank. He said he knew I liked spooky, old houses and this one reminded him of something out of the Texas Chainsaw Massacre.
The long drive back was miserable. Ugh! Another three hours, now cooped up with two dogs, one of which already hates the other. It was made more bearable by stopping at McDonald’s along the way. Pissy doesn’t care how old she gets, and how many other burger joints are around, McDonald’s still rules!
Arrived at my daughter’s about a half an hour early. The Old Man wouldn’t stay, went to Bomgaar’s to find a bed for the new pup, so I was only going to stay for a short while myself.
The Old Man didn’t waste much time shopping for the pup, and was ready to pick me up just as the party was beginning. I didn’t get a chance to see my granddaughter open the gift I got her, or watch her blow out her birthday candles, but felt fortunate I did get the time with her I had (I’m not big on crowds of family, and don’t make myself uncomfortable like that anymore). My granddaughter didn’t seem to mind that I had to leave early, gave me a hug and kiss at the door, smiled and said, “See you later, Grandma”, and ran to play with her friends. I left with her kiss still on my cheek and a new pup waiting for me in the truck. My cup truly runneth over Saturday.
The last hour of the day driving home was miserable. We both crawled in the house, fed the animals, and finally gave ourselves a chance to unwind. The Old Man went out to see Sully, and told me later that he let him know there was a new addition to our family. I told him that Sully would want him to be happy, and share his parents with another fortunate dog. This was the last pic I took before downloading photo’s into the computer.
Our day, and trip had been successful. The Old Man finally seemed at peace with Sully’s death, and was allowing himself to love again. I got to see my grandchildren and daughter. We both retired to bed that night with a smile on our faces…oh, and you know our boys were right there with us.
Just a quick note to let you know how the last two days have progressed. It is now Monday morning, the Old Man is back at work, and I’m alone with the boys. I have had little or no sleep for the last two nights, the new pup quickly went from being called, Bon (his proper name) to Little Man (apparently his new nickname). He should be called ‘whiner’ cause all he does is cry. Or ‘chewy’; both of which are self-explanatory. His is already a big pain in my ‘back’…as he resembles a polar bear cub, and weighs almost as much. It also didn’t take me long to figure out what it was about him that seemed so familiar to me. Have you noticed? He looks just like the dog ‘Marley’ in the movie “Marley and Me”, and I have no doubt that I, too, am going to be saying he is the worst dog in the world. But oh the sweet smell of puppy breath as I’m teaching him how to kiss me when I say the words “Give momma sugar” somehow makes it all worthwhile.
