*Please note: With an awareness of my family’s safety and privacy, I do not refer to our children by name on this public blog or its Facebook page. They are being referred as Spock, Stitch, and Jack-Jack (listed by birth order from oldest to youngest). Though I may post pictures, I intentionally keep their faces hidden. Family and friends, please help me keep their privacy by refraining from using their real names in comments. Thank you for understanding!
Eric and I aren’t really dog people. We don’t mind them because we grew up around them, but adding more chaos to the mix hasn’t appealed to us.
Spock started asking about getting a dog about a year ago and we pacified him with the fact that he has a fish. (Because a fish can be so exciting, right?) The last thing that I wanted was another living being that poops (just sayin’).
Still, the topic kept creeping into our conversations. “Well, IF we had a dog – and we’re not going to get one – what breed do you think would be a good fit for our family?” Hypothetically, Eric wanted a boxer. I, on the other hand, thought a little dog would be good. I had a miniature dachshund growing up and it was a wonderful dog. Then a friend of ours brought his dachshund over for the boys to see. All if took was seeing Jack-Jack round the corner in full speed to realize that we need a dog that could survive him!
Not that we were going to get one.
Then, one Saturday, I found Eric looking online at boxer puppies for sale (again)… just for fun, of course. We decided on a price that we would be willing to pay for a dog that we would never get. We chose a much lower price range than we had seen online. Doing so would ensure that we wouldn’t be tempted because we surely would not find a boxer puppy for our asking price. Oh, but then we did. And he was black and white too just like Eric loved.
It wouldn’t hurt for us to go look at the puppy. We wouldn’t take the boys with us. They would never know. There were no commitments.
All it took was one of the puppies that immediately came to us and we were hooked. He was adorable, spunky, and a perfect fit for our family.
Someone told me, “You’re CRAZY!” Yes. We just might be. But…. at least we’re not adding another baby to the mix! (And, yes, dog lovers… there IS a difference between a baby and a puppy. Sorry!)
Spock and Stitch were playing in my parent’s backyard when we pulled up. Eric waited in the front while I sat the boys down. Their faces when Eric rounded the corner with a puppy in his arms was PRICELESS. Stitch said, “It’s DARTH VADER!” Spock kept asking if the puppy was really ours.
They took to him right away. I couldn’t wait for Jack-Jack to wake up from the nap he had been taking. The puppy and boys were playing in the yard when he finally did. As soon as Jack-Jack noticed the puppy, he took off running in that direction. Stitch screamed, jumped in front of Jack-Jack, threw his hands up in the air, and yelled, “DON’T KILL HIM!” Jack-Jack is known to be a little rough.
We had fun coming up with names. Spock thought of practical names like, “Blackie” and “Black Paw.” Stitch thought Darth Vader was a funny name. Eric suggested “Rocky” as a joke to me (we recently watched the movies) and all three boys immediately loved it.
So, introducing the newest member of our wild, crazy family… ROCKY!
We love him already. He’s been a great puppy and surprisingly easy to care for (except that my flip flops now look like they were attacked by piranhas.)
It’s been sweet to watch the boys with him. Jack-Jack is learning to be gentle. Stitch is just in awe and usually talks about how Rocky loves him. Spock has always been a little leery of dogs and it has been neat to watch him grow so attached. Those two are buds. Rocky’s favorite place is my lap (which will become a problem when he’s over 50 pounds).
And, as for Eric who “didn’t really want a dog”… well, sometimes a picture really is worth a thousand words!