Nine years ago this April, Greg and I got married.
Almost immediately, I wanted a dog. Well, I did want a dog. But I also wanted kids. And we had agreed to wait a bit before having kids. And so, in the way many couples do, I wanted to get a dog to help myself wait for the time that would be right to have children. But we didn’t get a dog. At the time that worked out better as we had an unexpected job offer and move that came a few months into our marriage. And that may have been hard to do with a pet.
So, periodically in these nine years, I’ve told Greg that I wanted a dog. Then we started having kids and as you know, that snowballed. We had two foster kids, then another set of foster kids, then we lost one and kept one and adopted, then adopted again, then I gave birth twice close together. No…then I did not want a dog. At all. For several years that sounded like the absolute worse idea ever. I said “I’ve got four kids. I don’t need anything else to do right now!” plenty of times in these years.
And then two years ago some friends got a Goldendoodle who came to visit for a few hours a couple times. She is a lovely and gentle dog. Then last summer we dog-sat for our friends for over a week while they were out of town. We fell in love with that dog and her breed; hypoallergenic for myself and Seth, gentle and sweet, obedient, smart and calm, NO shedding- not a hair did I see on furniture or clothes or floor in all that time she was here.
In January I was at this friends house, our kids were playing and as usual her dog was following she and I wherever we went, sitting at our feet as we drank our coffee. And I told her how very much I want a Goldendoodle and my plan to start saving now to afford it’s entire first year and get one for my birthday in July…if I could convince Greg. A few weeks later she called me: she had spoken to the breeders of her dog and they’d just had a litter. And there was ONE PUPPY LEFT. I had always assumed I would get a golden goldendoodle AND a girl. This was a black male puppy. The-only-one-left.
Then she sent me this picture:
Oh good gracious!
So, somehow that I’m still unsure of, I convinced Greg (fairly easily I should say) to load up all the kids and go meet this the-only-one-left. If nothing else, it’ll be fun to see a puppy, right?
Well it goes without saying that we left with the-only-one-left. We had recently seen the movie Frozen (and if you haven’t, you really should) and I left that day from the mall saying “I know our dog will be a girl but if we ever have a boy dog, we must name him Olaf.” And so we left with this little black puppy with ZERO dog supplies at our house, completely unprepared for a dog…but totally ready for a dog.
Our already-fenced-in backyard, along with the already-there dog-door (that the kids love to use) has made potty-training a breeze.
Olaf the Goldendoodle is the perfect dog for us; he loves being outside, he plays hard and sleeps most of the time. Being a homeschool family, he is rarely ever left alone. We have gated off the playroom and so have had zero problems with him chewing things that aren’t his. He does not like lamb dog food (now we know). He has three beds but wants to sleep right beside me on the floor. He loves the park (just like us!) and is a perfect jogging companion. He thinks all kids love him because our kids certainly do. And he is sweet and gentle and a good dog already.
And so I must add a little “thank you” to Not The Mama for agreeing to this arrangement 6 months ahead of time. For being awesome and letting me have the dog I wanted all this time. For helping me take care of him and of course, ya know, footing the bill 😉 I love you.