on plans and puppies

 I think where we left off was that my little family was getting a puppy in the latter half of September? 

I’m allergic to everything, so we had to make some concessions in breed. I so want to be the person to walk into a shelter and save a pup, but we had been waiting for a year for a dog that wouldn’t turn me into a sneezy, hivey mess and that just didn’t happen. So, we researched ethical companies and found one that could help us get a 18-week-old  Bernedoodle from Wisconsin to us here in Massachusetts. 

LM has been so excited to dive into puppy prep; she also won the name voting with “Maysie”, named after a character from Seussical the Musical. We got Maysie a crate, worked on ways to separate her and our senior population Morkie, Bella, and dove in to house decluttering while waiting for our transport weekend. 

We were supposed to get a call on Saturday letting us know she was dropped off with the transporter. LM and I had seen a play the night before and got home oh so late, but the excitement was keeping us going. However, the day went by and there was no call, no email… 

The Mr and I were having a lot of text conversations about what could’ve gone wrong. (Text to help keep LM from spiraling further, sigh.) We had done so much research into everything, had bought all of this puppy accoutrement, gotten LM (and ourselves) excited… We didn’t think we had been scammed, but we also thought something went wrong. So, we paused puppy prep in the house (blocking off Brian’s office and the living room, decluttering, removing possible puppy destruction items) and tried to have a normal Sunday. 

On Monday, once LM went to school, the Mr took every chance he got between meetings to call and try and figure out what had happened. So many calls. So many “we need to talk to X who’s in charge of transport.” “X will call you by end of day.” We were so frustrated! And, we didn’t know what to do. Our running theory was that she didn’t get picked up and they were scrambling to reschedule it for sometime this week. 

We were so wrong. 

Monday night, I drove LM to her voice and musical theatre classes at 6pm. (The Mr picks her up at 9pm because I’m done for the day by then, haha!) While we were in the lobby, the Mr texted me:

“The transport woman just called. The carer was supposed to call Saturday. They are 3.5 hours away from our house.”

Yikes. 

Everything kicked off from there. I drove back home and the Mr and I did our best to prep for a 10pm drop off (on a school and work night). LM was practically vibrating when I picked her up; she was excited and scared and feeling everything. 

Then, at 10:06 pm, a van pulled down our street l. The Mr and LM went out (I was on Bella calming duty) and 3 minutes later came back in with this:

She’s more fluff than pup, but the sweetest little girl. That first night was a trip and she’s already slipped multiple harnesses and through all our gates/room blockers…

…but we are so in love with this clumsy muppet of a dog. 

More to come about the first week and life lately!