Two years ago, I took a rainy (see: pouring) Saturday morning drive to get a pedicure. After driving through standing water with my wipers on high, I realized I left my gift certificate on my fridge at home. Frustrated, I made the trek back home and climbed back into bed.
When we finally got up, the rain had stopped to reveal a beautiful (and hot) sun. Andy asked me, “Would you like to look at puppies today?” I had started a new job the previous Monday, so why not.
I feel like this post goes without saying – getting a puppy was the best thing I’ve ever done. (Sure, it’s only been 22 years of stuff, but still). Yadi is my little baby fluff ball, and unlike that adorable Windows 7 “Why We Need A Dog” commercial, I’m going to get to the heart and soul of why it’s worth the trouble, because trust me, he’s gets in a LOT of trouble (I’m still mourning my brand new sperry’s).
1. They Support Your Team: Unlike the unfortunate fellow below who’s parents turn on him, your four-legged friend will always support your team. They’ll bark at the refs for a bad call, proudly wear your team’s colors (after a little bit of nipping), and always comfort you when they lose. And yes, I just wanted to throw the video in because it’s adorable.
2. They help clean: And by clean, I mean destroy any crumb that hits your floor, couch, bed, shirt, pants, table…
3. They always offer to drive: Talk about a built in DD! You may just have to help with that whole pedal thing. Oh, and steering. And you may want to be sure to check the break. Paws tend to slip.
4. They volunteer to take those annoying calls you get: After all, wet noses were made for the “end” button.
5. They provide you with unconditional love: Regardless of what else is going on in your life, the second you walk into theirs, it’s over. You have work, friends, laundry, cooking, cleaning and more, but all they have is you. Cherish that, because no one else will tinkle out of excitement when you walk into a room.
Editors Note: No dogs were harmed in the writing of this blog.
If you follow me on Twitter, you know that I have recently picked up a puppy. Well, after a month of late night potty trips, biting, snuggling, barking and everything in between, I’ve come to a conclusion: I have no idea how I lived my life before Yadi.
I’ve wanted a dog since I could walk, however, due to my mother’s Martha Stuart tendencies, I was never allowed to get a fur ball of my own. I had a rabbit for awhile, however it did not satisfy my desire for a four-legged friend. I begged and begged and year after year was not granted my wish. So 20 years later when Andy asked me if I wanted to start looking for a family dog, I couldn’t hide my excitement.
There are days in your life that change it forever. This was one of them – July 30, 2011.
The day we went to “look” at puppies did not start off well. I went to spend my Saturday morning getting a pedicure, however halfway to the salon I realized I had forgotten my gift certificate at home. On my way back home, mother nature decided it was a great time for a monsoon, so I ended up crawling back in bed. Andy & I grabbed some lunch and decided to head to the PETCO off Telegraph. Due to the storm, the power was out and the adoptions had been postponed.
We headed back to the PetSmart of Lemay Ferry to look at their adoptions. When we walked in, there was a little pen with four dogs and a cage with two puppies and their mom. The puppies were adorable, but were too young to be adopted. In the pen sat a little beagle mix with big brown eyes. Andy & I both thought he was cute. The lady in charge of the adoption was talking to someone else so we petted him from outside the cage, but you can’t pick out a dog that way. I asked to hold him, and the lady decided it was a good time to question our intentions, living situation, age, etc. Strike two.
Feeling pretty bummed, we got back into the car. “Isn’t there another PetSmart in Arnold?” Andy asked. So we figured that’d be our last stop before heading to a BBQ at his parents. We walk into the store and see plenty of older, larger rescue dogs. Cute, but not what were looking for. Then, at the back of the store, sat a small pen full of dachshund puppies. This little ball of fur was laying on top of a sibling, playing with another siblings paw. My heart sank. The lady in charge of the adoption saw the look on my face and asked, “Do you want to hold him?” It was over. Andy & I were buying a puppy.
From the moment we got Yadi in our arms, we knew it was meant to be. This little puppy was destined to be part of our new family. We signed the papers, picked up some supplies and there we were with our little man. I called my mom on the way to Andy’s parents and said proudly “You’re a Grandma!” She wasn’t as excited as I was until I told her about the fluffy puppy I was holding. We walked into Andy’s parents house with this unnamed pup and a huge smile on our faces. The only one not pleased with our decision was their family dog, Nellie.
Andy’s grandma asked what we were going to name him. We had debated between “Stewie” for Chris Stewart and “Yadi” for Yadier Molina. Watching the Cardinals game that day, only a few days after my Grandpa was able to meet Mr. Molina, we decided that Yadi was the perfect name for this little ball of energy.
Yadi has been a joy, a pain, a relief, a missing puzzle piece, a pee machine, a cuddle buddy and so much more. I never understood the love between man and dog until I came home to this guy. I cried leaving him for work the first Monday after we got him.
A dogs loyalty cannot be matched. When you’ve had a bad day, nothing can make you smile quicker then a wet nose and a lick on the cheek. He’s indifferent – if an argument occurs, he just wants to be loved by both parties, which makes you want nothing but the same. He lights up a room, brings attention to the smallest thing and drives you crazy all at once, but you don’t know if you could ever love something more. Does that mean I don’t want kids later in life? Not at all. But for now, I’m content with my baby being a fluffy, short-legged mutt.
Sorry if I’m late to the puppy party, but then again, Sorry I’m Not Sorry.