Greetings!
I meant to work on this over the weekend but then was set upon by an acute case of laziness.
Here I am now though!
I think the main reason why I took so long to finally write a blog post about my little Chipwich was because…well, adopting her wasn’t a walk in the park (see what I kind of did there?).
It truly was touch and go for the first month—I was pretty certain at least a few times that we were going to have return her to the shelter.
I thought it would probably would be awkward blogging about adopting a dog and then be like “Just kidding—Chip? Who’s Chip?” *discreetly deletes past blog posts with mentions of Chip*
Let’s start with the not so fun part—but very real—part of our life post adoption.
Adopting a dog is a big deal.
It’s a routine and life changer. It’s the little things that you don’t truly realize will alter until after you’re an official dog owner.
- Uninterrupted night’s sleep? Gone. Chip preferred breakfast at 6:00 am, not 7:00 am, and sometimes enjoyed jumping on our heads at 3:00 am.
- Making spur of the moment happy hour plans? Nope, there is a creature waiting at home, who literally can’t go to the bathroom without you.
- Casually kicking off your shoes by the couch? Lolz. Good bye, new beautiful sandals.
- Before: “No thanks, Grocery Clerk—I’ll use my own bag.” Now: “BY THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY, PLEASE DOUBLE BAG AND NOT CHARGE ME A NICKEL FOR EACH ONE.”
- Maintaining a newly re-decorated living room? Hilarious—your rug is unraveling in the upper corner from curious canine nibbles; the couch slipcovers are covered in rawhide residue that can’t seem to come out; and your coffee table was slowly losing centimeters until you put a stop to it by blocking the chewed edge with a water cooler.
Adopting Chip also upset the everyday balance of Boyfriend’s and my relationship. As you may remember from Part I, I launched quite the emotional campaign to win Boyfriend’s compliance to get a dog.
So, it was rough that the first couple of weeks with Chip included:
- Apartment building and neighbor complaints galore regarding her separation anxiety induced barking;
- Resistance to going on walks and preferring to use the area behind our couch as her deluxe privy;
- Juggling who would regularly walk and feed her;
- And let’s not forget the added expenses of vet bills, kibble, and dog treats.
You may ask: you didn’t expect vet bills? Oh yes, I was ready for the usual wellness checkup and anti-heartworm and tick medications. What I wasn’t prepared for was paying for a round of expensive antibiotics (Chip picked up a bacterial infection from the shelter) and a trip to the pet Emergency Room (DO NOT BUY NYLABONES, FOLKS).
It also didn’t help that Chip wasn’t too keen on men. Something must have happened to Chip before we adopted her involving a man. She would violently cower away from any man who tried to pet her on her walks—well, her daily drags since I had to bodily pull Chip around since she was too scared to move her legs.
Guy after guy would try and approach to meet her, and every time you would’ve thought that he was the Antichrist arisen—judging from Chip’s reaction. It got to the point where I would just be like, “It’s not you, it’s…No, actually it is you. Sorry, dude.”
At home, she avoided Boyfriend like the plague.
On top of all that, we realized that we would never be alone again. Gone were Boyfriend and Girlfriend only snuggles. Chip allowed no cuddling to continue without her. If I gave Boyfriend a hug or a kiss, Chip would launch herself like a furry missile and use her head as a battering ram to bodily move Boyfriend away from me.
Adorable.
She had been quietly chewing on a toy until she noticed us snuggling.
In short, the first month of life with Chip included:
- Constant anxiety over receiving daily complaints from our apartment building,
- Dealing with ongoing doggy accidents,
- Shelling out money for unforeseen doggy expenses,
- And having spats with Boyfriend over the unnecessary complication that I added to our daily lives—with Chip giving him stank eye from the corner.
I can’t claim that something magically clicked. But, things got better.
Chip got the hang of potty training. She stopped barking every time that we left the apartment—she put two and two together that we would always come home to her. And, it didn’t hurt that I made chocolate chip cookies with cutesy apology notes from Chip to all of our neighbors and our building super.
Yeah, I’m pretty lame.
We’ve mostly adjusted to our Life Post Chip routine and communicate better if one of us has something going on after work or after school. Chip hasn’t had a medical issue in a little while.
The best breakthrough was that she has bonded with Boyfriend. He now receives just as many kisses as I do. Whenever she hears him walking down the hallway about to enter the apartment, her tail starts wagging like mad and starts squealing with excitement as he enters through the door. It’s now common for me to find them spooning together.
Chip loves Red Zone snuggle time.
You could say that we’ve become a wolf pack.
Lately, I keep thinking back to the terrified Chip we first brought home to Present Day Chip.
This was Chip’s shelter picture.
Our current Chip is a happy girl who loves chewing rawhide bones and sticks, chasing birds, and meeting new dogs and people. She gives kisses to anyone that puts his or her face close enough and wags her tail effusively. At the dog park, she races around and wrestles with dogs of all sizes—sometimes we even worry she’s become a bit of the playground bully.
Boyfriend and I now squabble over who gets to cuddle with Chip on the couch—she’s fine either way. Whenever I have a rough day, she immediately clambers on my lap and starts licking my frown.
Her ribs no longer show, and she no longer has patches of fur missing. We constantly get compliments on what a beauty she is. We also get comments on what a good dog she is and how lucky we are to have found her.
She still enjoys waking up at 6:23 am and thinks Grumpy Lizzie calling her a “she-demon” early in the morning is hilarious.
She still loves to chew all the things, but we’re better now about anticipating her behavior. She’s also remains not a huge fan of loud truck noises or sidewalk grates.
This is probably what’s going on in Chip’s mind.
Which, in all fairness, is quite terrifying.
She’s quirky—she’ll always be quirky. And that’s okay because she’s our dog.
While I think adopting a dog should be carefully considered, I love our Chocolate Chip with all my heart and can’t imagine life without her.
To end on a cheesy note but one that holds very true for me:
Tschüss!
Sie Lizzie D