Sunday, January 12, 2014


This girl. Meet Lady Bird Schoville. Nine months old and cute as hell. She also saved me. 

On June 14, 2013, this little nugget of delicousness came home with us. She was 8 weeks old and we picked her out among 3 of her siblings. We admit, it was a tough choice, but after several rounds of cuddling all of them, she was the first to lick my face, kind of like, 'Come on lady! Can't you see how much cuter I am than the rest of these boneheads!?' It worked like a charm and home we went. She came with the name Bailey. Bailey. 3 days later she was christened Birdie. As in Lady Bird. Johnson that is. You can take the girl out of Texas...

My first puppy, second dog. I was spoiled with Norman. He came to me house trained and perfect thanks to SpeacialK. But this, this was a tiny creature who didn't weigh 6 lbs. soaking wet. As long as my forearm nose to tail I panicked on the inside, how do we, what do we, how does she?? 7 months later she's still alive, active to the point of exhaustion, a fierce bedtime snuggler, and gets into everything. Nothing is safe and SpecialK can no longer tie any of his shoes due to half eaten laces. The other day we let her in house from outside and she was bright blue and not just because it was 10 degrees out with a foot of snow. She was like painted blue

People keep telling me that I should read the book 'Marley and Me' and I did. Or I tried to anyway 5 or 6 years ago, whenever it came out. The truth? I hated it. Blasphemy, I know. I made it to like page 20 and was so irritated by the voice of the author and the way the story was unfolding that I slammed it shut and stuck it on my shelf where it still is - or isn't - to this day. Perhaps today I'd have a better appreciation for it. In the meantime though, take my word for it. Birdie is our baby. 

We talk about her like people talk about their kids. I get it now. Somedays I think that SpecialK may love her more than he loves me - not really but maybe. He says things like My heart just stops whenever she enters a room and Doesn't she take your breath away? And I'm like Yeah dude. She's awesome. And also? I can't say that I've heard him say those things to me about me but I get it. 8 months after Norman passed and on the heels of my fourth miscarriage, she became our missing piece. 

And next week she's going to bootcamp.


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