Let me tell you about our newest addition, Rupert. We are obsessed, and rightly so. Just look at him!
Let me start by saying this is a major victory for me. Ben and I agreed that we would not (emphasis on not) get a dog until our first duty station. It was settled. Then, I found out there was an adoption event on weekends near to our church so I begged Ben to let me go to play with the dogs. The first week we went the other dogs were barking and running around (as they should), but there was Rupert, looking beyond intimidating, but calm as can be, soaking up attention from just about every passerby. We took him for a walk and entertained the idea of “one day” getting a dog. Cute, right?
Fast forward to weekend number 2. Same time, same place, same dog, new walking route. This time the conversation was more like “lets play pretend that he is our dog” and “what should we name him”. (The conclusion was Rupert, because obviously our pup needs a British name.)
Week number three is my birthday weekend. Ben, knowing me ever so well, knew that making a stop by Howl to the Chief was a necessary celebratory event. More walks, scratches, and kisses for Rupert all while we were subconsciously falling in love with him. We continued on our way and stopped by Ted’s Bulletin for a milkshake and talked about the “what if” and because Ben is Ben, the logistics of how we would make this work. The next day, we decided to stop by after church to say hello to our adorable little pal but Rupert was nowhere in sight. At that moment we knew he must be ours. Our hearts broke at the idea that someone else adopted our dog. There was no turning back at this point, he was ours.
Fast forward to last weekend and we got to bring him home! I felt like I was bringing home a new child from the hospital. I kept staring at him in the car and commenting how cute he was with every movement and Ben drove slow so Rupert would have an easy ride. Hilarious. We toted him around and gathered his supplies, to which the kind lady in the pet store told me I had such a well-behaved dog and I responded, “Thank you, I got him 10 minutes ago.” Atta boy, Rupert.
He made himself right at home and we spent the majority of the weekend hoping we were doing this whole “dog owner” thing right. Much of our time was spent sprawled on our carpet with Rupert in the middle and a paw on both of us.
Goodness we love our new little Rup and we can’t wait for all of our adventures. It’s still up for discussion whether he loves Ben or I more.
Now here is about a hundred pictures because he is just so handsome.
^^My main squeezes.