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The Crazy Dog Lady

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It's official. I've become the crazy dog lady! I know my in-laws thought two dogs was too many, but now we are reaching the legal limit in the town that we live.

We are going to have a third dog.

Her name is Angel (though we are probably going to change that since it sounds a bit like a stripper's name); she is a beautiful, large puppy from our local humane society. I found her through my hours of mindless scrolling on social media, usually Facebook, and I saw a new dog our humane society had posted. It wasn't her actually. It was this beautiful husky.

I wanted him. I love dogs, but certain dogs are just gorgeous beyond belief: st. bernards, corgis, and huskies. I'm sure there are more I could add to that list, but those are my favorites. However, I never have taken home a purebred dog. I buy Mutts from shelters because I just want to do good in this world, and adopting pets makes me feel superior to those who are picky about their dogs. It may not be right, but its true.

Currently, we own two dogs who could not be more different. We have a 9-year-old rat terrier mix, Baxter, and a 6-year-old coonhound/Catahoula leopard dog mix name Moose. The small one lays around, curled up blankets the majority of the day, proving he may, in fact, be part-cat after all, while the big one whines and wants to play, walk, anything with us. This is why I considered a new dog.

Moose is getting older and needs a playmate, and apparently, I am not up to the task of keeping him entertained. Even after a walk, a session of tug of war or fetch, he whines at me for more. More mommy more! But by the end of the day of teaching students the art of language (i.e. language arts), I am tired and done.

Even this morning, his large brown eyes filled me with guilt because he is lonely and bored. Some people may not care about how their animals feel, but since I have no children, my dogs are my children.

If you read the previous post, you know that I am struggling with infertility, and it is obvious that I am trying to fill the baby-shaped hole in my life with dogs. Adopting dogs is less expensive after all. I like the house to be filled with activity because we have no family up here, only a few friends, and I get lonely. Thus, I can then spoil my dogs with treats and toys.

Later today, we get to bring her home, and I am nervous but excited. It is going to be chaos for a while. Yet, I hope she is the missing link between Baxter and Moose, and I can already tell I love her. However, I don't know if I've met a dog I didn't like or love yet.

Also, we finally decided on what to call her.

Her name is Penny.
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