It is out of guilt and neglect that I dedicate this post to our dog Boomer. Prior to having babies of our own, Boomer was our baby. The apple of our eye. Peanut to our butter. Spring in our step. Blue in our sky. Okay, you get the point. But after having Isaiah, and especially after Amelia, she hardly gets a second glance. Gone are the days to the dog park for doggie socialization and fun. Blue Buffalo dog food? Try Costco brand. She might get some cuddle time after the kids are put to bed, but even that is not guaranteed. If you think second kids get shafted, think about the pets.
It seems like just yesterday when we went into the Atlanta Humane Society on that warm Spring day. With the encouragement and support from some avid animal loving coworkers, I met James at the shelter after work to pick out our newest family member. We had two stipulations in mind: no puppies and no dogs that shed. What did we come out with? A three-month old puppy who happens to shed. A lot. But if you saw those sad puppy dog eyes staring back at you from that cramped crate, you would have done the same. “Take meeeeeeee. Love meeeeeeeee.” Game over.
Nearly four years later, she’s still a valued member of the family, just not quite the baby anymore. It’s been so fun watching Isaiah interact with Boomer (although she would probably prefer a little less tail pulling) and we can’t wait to see Amelia grow up with Boomer. Here’s hoping for many more years of mischief and doggie mayhem!
Name: Boomer. Named after Grace Park‘s character in the Battlestar Galactica remix.
Breed: They said said she was a Chihuahua mix when we adopted her. Does she still look like a Chihuahua to you?? Our guess is Jack Russell Terrier and Dachshund. I’ll let you be the judge of that.
Birthday: February 15, 2010
Likes: Food, wedging herself between me and the kitchen counter, and belly rubs.
Dislikes: Strangers, swiffer, snow.
Hobbies: Eating, looking for food, stealing Isaiah’s food, stealing my food, and stealing James’ food.
Good for: Keeping me company when I work from home, eating food Isaiah drops on the floor, scaring away unwanted solicitors, and covering my feet when I’m cold.
My favorite memory: I can’t say there’s one, but I love to hear the sound of her nails clicking on the hardwood to greet us when we get home.
My not-so-favorite memory: The night that James and I got into bed after a long day only to find that Boomer had peed in it.
Unbeknownst to many: She’s a she. A hearing impaired she.