On Friday one of our biggest dreams came true when we were able to adopt our first fur-baby boy, Waffle.
He’s a long-haired dachshund and an absolute dream. If you know me at all you know how obsessed I am with dogs and how having a dog of our own is a HUGE, MAJOR life dream/goal. We got married two years ago, but wanted to wait until we were settled in the perfect dog-friendly apartment, our jobs were stable, and we were able to afford adopting a doggo, training, and all of the extra goodies we thought they would deserve. We also wanted to spend a few years together as just the two of us before we welcomed a lil fluff.
We hit our two-year anniversary a few weeks ago and began to talk about dogs and pray about finding the perfect additions to our family. I say “addictions” because we are on the prowl for a sibling for Waffie! Yes, we are signing up for two pups at once – we know we’re a little crazy, but totally ready for the circus to follow.
Waffle has been pure joy already and we are loving watching his little personality come out. TBH I’ve cried several times thinking about how grateful I am that we could rescue this little dude and have him join our family. Anyone else a freak about their pets?!
Something kind of special about Waffle is that he has a sweet story about him. WARNING: Super sappy story ahead.
We found him on Petfinder a few weeks ago and fell in love with his shelter photo. He was found as a stray wandering the streets and was on stray-hold until last Friday, the 20th at 11:00 am. Ryan and I had a plan to leave work a bit early to go meet him as soon as we could. We applied online and got pre-approved to make sure we could meet him as soon as possible. The shelter was about an hour away so I called at 3:45 to see if he was still available and the lady said he had gotten adopted earlier that afternoon. I was SO bummed, but knew that the chances of him NOT getting adopted quick were slim. So I called Ryan and told him and he said to just meet at the apartment since we were done with work for the week.
When I walked into the apartment I noticed that a few thing were moved around. I asked what the deal was and he said he was just finishing unpacking and moving some stuff (we just moved into our apartment a few weeks ago). Not thinking anything of it, I put my purse down and started chatting to him about something else and when I turned around this little furry head popped up from the couch. Ryan had gone during our lunch break and adopted Waffle. I literally FELL TO THE GROUND AND SOBBED.
rarely never brag on Ryan publicly because that’s obnoxious, but this was the sweetest surprise. He was amazing at the shelter – asking a million questions and making sure Waffle was the right temperament for us. Waffle threw up on him about a million times on the way home, too. Lolz.
I’ll stop bragging on Ryan after this, but he even dog-proofed our balcony with clear plexi-glass so that little Waff could look out and be safe. My love language is acts of service so this super intensive labor of love was huge. Seeing him in “dog dad” mode is super sweet, too.
I’m officially a dog mom and COULD NOT be more excited. If you have puppy training/potty training/apartment dog living tips PLEASE SHARE. You can email me or comment below and I will appreciate more than you know.
THANKS FOR READING MY SAPPY STORY AND HERE’S WAFFLE.
– Caitlin –