Archive for the 'life and pups' Category



So, we need a name

Please help. My first choice is Sadie, but Molly’s best pal at school is named Sadie so I think it’d probably be too weird to go that route. And AO thinks it might be too weird to use Gerts again, but I like it so much. Anyway, please help. She’s coming in 3.5 hours!

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Back to the beginning

Tomorrow we are going to meet our new puppy, name TBD. Or at least that’s the plan. That means just one more day of a puppy-free life. There’s a lot that’s nice about living puppy-free. For example, generally speaking, no one in our home just randomly throws up on the carpet. Also, no one has to be carried outside to pee in sub-zero temperatures at midnight. No one needs to be walked and no one barks at the mailman. But, there’s a lot that I’ve missed in the months we’ve been puppy-free. I’ve missed snuggling with a fur ball, I’ve missed watching Molly play with a dog and I’ve missed being greeted with four paws and a wagging tail. It’s going to be a lot of work, and there’s no way we’re going to get lucky enough to have another Gracie in our lives, but I think it’ll be really great and I’m so excited.

RIP, Robin Williams

I can’t say anything meaningful on the passing of one of the world’s most vibrant talents. I’ve been devouring the tributes and the memories that have recently been written about him. Given how much of him we have seen and heard over the years, it’s obviously not shocking to learn that he was dealing with such horrible demons, but it’s nevertheless devastating to hear that he fell to such ultimate pain. I am immensely sorry for him, his family and, frankly, for all of us. Robin Williams was one-of-a-kind and, I think, that this is a brilliant story that beautifully illustrates his importance. Kudos, once again, to Dahlia Lithwick for having such a lovely (and I mean that literally) voice.

And we’re off to Saukville!

In the timeless words of AO, “Hashtag bittersweet, hashtag just kidding.” Let’s get our life back!

Not so fast, apparently

So after making the difficult decision that Gertie is not the right dog for us, I filled out the rescue group’s “application” to return the dog. When we adopted Gertie in the first place, we signed a document that said that if we needed to give her up, we needed to contact the rescue group, so I felt obligated to follow that protocol. I went into detail on the application about all of the reasons why Gertie was not the right dog for us, why she is not the right dog for people who live in a busy area, how she is not the right dog for people with small kids or for people who aren’t committed to spending hours and hours a day on training, on trying different medications, on driving her out to the private dog park, etc. I told them about what our vet had said and what the behaviorist said. I told them about the failed barkers’ class. I told them everything. And that was last Tuesday. July 1. Today is July 10. Gertie is still with us.

She has her moments of being sweet, loveable Gertie. But then this morning, she got so excited that she essentially attacked Bear and jumped all over me (both were clearly acts of exuberance, not aggression) and I had to nearly sit on her to get her to settle. Molly was bawling, I was frustrated and upset and Gertie was just Gertie. She moved on to barking uncontrollably at the car door that slammed outside. It’s enough now, and I need the group to take her back in and find her the right home. I need them to give the next family or person the right information and be honest about what this pooch needs. I need to get our life and our home back.

I’m so sorry, Gertie, but it’s time.