The adoption ordeal is too trying to discuss right now, so please tune in when I feel prepared to share more. All your support and interest has been, and is, much appreciated.
Remember a while back when I inadvertently slept until 7:00 and each kid needed something from me? Then I saw a dog in Lad's car?
The dog BELONGS to Lad. As in, my kid - who lives here, now owns a dog. Um. Have we met? I'm allergic to dogs. He didn't even bother to get a hypoallergenic pup. Let's not be sensible now or anything. My allergist has advised me NOT to get a hypoallergenic dog, so I suppose that wouldn't have mattered.
Each time I saw Lad after I saw the dog peeking over his dashboard as he attached his kayaks to the roof of his car, I've said: HEY, HOW'S YOUR DOG?
Each time, he chuckled and said, MY FRIEND MILES' DOG. NOT MINE.
One day when he showed up sans dog, Mini followed me upstairs to the laundry room, the place I can often be found, and whispered to me: TELL HIM THAT I DIDN'T TELL YOU ABOUT HIS DOG, HE THINKS I'M THE ONE WHO TOLD.
I marched downstairs and told Lad, MINI DIDN'T TELL ME YOU HAD A DOG. YOU SHOWED UP HERE WITH A DOG AND I'M NO DUMMY.
For weeks, Lad had been home sporadically, never staying long. I was hoping it wasn't because of a girl - the last thing he needs. He's doing fine, but I still don't think he's ready for a relationship. Once I realized he really did own a dog, things became clearer.
dog cat out of the bag, he showed up with Finnegan aka Finn, an Irish Setter puppy, and all his gear. He set up his crate on the deck.
Me: I DON'T KNOW MUCH ABOUT DOGS, BUT CAN HE SLEEP OUT THERE? WHAT IF A SKUNK GETS ON THE DECK AND SPRAYS HIM?
Lad: WELL, CAN I PUT HIS CRATE IN THE BASEMENT?
And that's how allergic-me ended up with a dog living in my basement in a crate. Lad sleeps down there, so he can let him out when he wakes up. At least once, Lad let him out of his crate and fell back asleep on the couch before bringing him out. So, yes - Finn has had an accident on the carpet in the basement.
|Hey, that's MY sunbathing chair, my little bit o' heaven. |
I'm not sharing that with you.
This puppy spends his days on the deck, with an enclosed railing. Or tied in the yard, where he promptly dug a decent hole. I spend my days answering Lad's calls: IS CURLY HOME FROM SCHOOL YET? CAN SHE TAKE HIM FOR A WALK? or: I'LL BE HOME AT LUNCH TO TAKE HIM OUT.
I've not had an allergic reaction . . . yet. We've pointed out to Lad numerous times THIS IS NOT A LONG TERM SOLUTION. Winter-is-a-coming.
In the meantime, I've had to occasionally shuffle Finn and all his toys off the deck and into the yard in order to give my small charges some deck time with the ride on toys. For about a week, Lad rigged it so that Finn was gated in the gazebo portion of the deck. That seemed like a great solution until one day he hopped the doggie gate and was enthusiastically licking a 14 month old to death. His advances were most unwelcome.
|He wasn't going to be able to pull me off course, |
seeing as I was pushing a super heavy stroller.
|"That was almost a mile . . . I'm pooped."|
Great news on both counts. No dognapping charges and selling a car in these times where there are VERY FEW CARS is something to celebrate.
When we got home, I realized Finn's food and water were still in the gazebo. I put him in the gazebo while I put the babies down for their naps. I heard yelping and barking while I was upstairs. I assumed a dog had come to play or was at least walking by. I raced downstairs. Finn had jumped the gate, again. His harness was caught on the gate and he was hanging there, front feet mid air. Fortunately he wasn't hurt, just freaked out. As was I.
|Had my phone in my hand and snapped this quickly before I unhooked him so I could show Lad that this was no longer a safe way to pen him up.|
Mini's theory: YOU'RE SECRETLY LOVING FINN. WATCH, YOUR GOING TO BE THE ONE HE'S TIGHTEST WITH.
I've never said that I didn't like dogs, oh contraire. I just can't own one. Um, or live with one.