UPdate !

Since my last update, there’s been interesting events going on, like the family’s annual 4th of July celebration at my FIL’s place. Seriously, it’s so fun watching fireworks going off about 10 feet away from you and you’re constantly debating if you’re going to relax and enjoy the show or take precaution about getting burn or covered by ashes from the fireworks. But either way, as long as you’re with your family, who cares? If I get burned, they get burned too! *lol* Fortunately no ones get burn and everyone have a great time.

Me and Paul took the weekend off and drove up to South Carolina to visit his BFF who was down with pneumonia and thankfully, he recovered and is now with his family in North Carolina. We took the opportunity to visit Savannah, Georgia where Paul had wanted to bring me for the longest time. It’s a good getaway for both of us.

Now, this is interesting and I know it'll knock the socks off everyone. It’s a known fact that I am afraid of cats and dogs and neither am I particularly fond of them to speak of. I remembered clearly that I will run the opposite direction when I see a dog approaching or be on the other end of the room if I happen to be in the same room as a dog/cat. Infact I still am weary of strange dogs cause I never know when they will snap (perhaps some day I will let my guard down).

After witnessing all the fun that Sommer had with adorable Cooter and funny Willie. My FIL with his sweetie, Reese. I have secretly been wanting to have a dog, especially a Golden Retriever but at the same time, I’m rather worried about their behavior, if the dog is too hyper, too aggressive, too much bad habits, too much work.

But I get envious when I see everyone is having so much fun with their dogs. Finally, I was determined to have a puppy where we can have fun with. However, Paul with his pail of icy cold water pouring over my head telling me how much work we have to do, what we need to do and all the other stuffs and responsibilities that come along with being a dog owner, like giving up on vacations since we can’t leave the dog alone at home like what we did to Mooch or going out for long hours at a time and leaving the dog home alone, by himself. Even waking up at 6am to walk the dog for his “poop” deposit etc. It’s like raising a baby, without the night feeds and without the back talking.

Last Wednesday, I don’t know what hit Paul, he suddenly agreed to having a dog. Striking the iron while it’s hot, I made him drive to the SPCA where we can adopt a dog and give him a shelter. When I saw this Golden Retriever playing with a potential adopter, my heart sank, as he’s so adorable and he looked so calm and happy. So we stood by the fence and talked to this potential adopter and discovered that she can’t adopt him since she just moved from Seattle and doesn’t have a place for a dog yet.

Secretly I was doing my cheer and ready to shout, “We can, we have a place for him !” But I still don’t know how Paul feels about this puppy cause he had saw another dog in the kennel right before. But the moment we stepped inside the fence, this Golden Retriever just come and sat down right infront of Paul. That moment, I know Paul love him too.

Everything just happened so fast right after, all the paperwork, all the signing of Adoption application forms etc. The next thing I know, he is going to be sprayed the next day and we can bring him home the next.

It’s been 6 days since Hatlee is home with us and he’s been a joy to be around. Except for the part that Mooch is terroising him since Mooch had scratched Hatlee twice and hiss at Hatlee with every chance he gets, it’s a nightmare to keep them apart. Since Hatlee is so curious with everything around him and wants to be friendly with Mooch and Mooch just want to hunt him down.

Other than that, this bundle of joy is everything I wanted and more.