Dog Life

I am a dog person. You know those types of people. They let their dogs in the house. They talk to them as if they understand. They cuddle and kiss. That's me.

My first dog ever was Bingo. My mom waited until I was five to go to the pound. Since then, my family has always had dogs. My dad was even a K9 instructor for the Border Patrol so we had one of those super expensive, humongous German Shepards.

Anyways, while living in Sacramento, Rafal and I adopted Gunner. A pitt bull pointer mix. I am a firm believer of going to your local shelter and saving an animal's life but in all honesty you never know what you're going to get when you bring home a sheltered animal. That was the case with Gunsy. Gunner belongs to no one. He is his own best friend. He isn't loyal to me even though I treated him better than Rafal at times. But so sweet and if he likes you enough, he will cuddle (my favorite). When Ava was able to get around, I noticed Gunner hightailing it. And the ultimate heartbreak, he growled at her. My mom has him now permanently. He runs around like the free bird he is and still loves on me when I see him.

But! My life was just not hectic enough that I asked Rafal if we could get a puppy this time. A few days later, Penelope, a pitt/lab mix, joined out clan. Sweet yet rambunctious. Ava can climb, poke, prod and whatever else, Penny loves it. She stays close when we are outside. And seems to associate herself with our family! But how I found myself potty training a toddler and a puppy at the same time? I'll never know.