This month, my husband and I celebrated our one year anniversary with a road trip.We both love road trips. Yes, flying is easier, but when you miss all that beautiful country along the way? Totally not worth it.
Especially when you’re traveling in Colorado. We drove down to Mesa Verde for the weekend, and the trip through the mountains was incredible. I always forget how much I love Colorado until we actually take the time to drive around, and then I can’t get enough of it. Especially when the aspens are turning yellow in the fall.
Breathtaking.
Despite the fact that I managed to catch a cold right before we left and that I had deadlines hanging over my head that I wasn’t able to complete before we drove away, we had a marvelous time. Mesa Verde National Park was gorgeous and wonderful and everything I wanted it to be, and thankfully, the day we drove through it was overcast and cool. We even sneaked a quick step over the border to New Mexico while we were driving. You know, so we could say we went out of state for our anniversary.
On Sunday, our plan had originally been to lounge around and make our way home at our leisure. Instead, we set an alarm and hurried out as quickly as we could pack up our car.
Something came up, you see.Allow me to explain. A year ago, on our honeymoon, we met the sweetest, gentlest greyhound. She lived at the Bed and Breakfast we stayed at, and both of us fell head over heels in love with her. And for the past year, we have been planning and researching and preparing to adopt our own greyhound. Just as soon as we could find one.
They’re not easy to adopt, you know. There are waiting lists to join. And enormous crates to buy. And space to make.
But at the beginning of this month, we finally took the plunge. And on Sunday, we drove the 7 hours to Denver to join an adoption party for greyhounds. They had probably 20 dogs their backyard, and they told us to walk around, mingle, and find a dog that we connected with.
Great! All fun.
Except none of the adult greyhounds would give us the time of day. I have never been so snubbed by so many dogs before in my entire life. They were friendly with all the other couples there—just not us.
And then we met Phoenix.
She liked us. And we liked her. A LOT.
But—and this was a big but, especially for me—she was a puppy. Three months old. And I was determined that we were going to adopt an adult, not a puppy. I don’t have time for a puppy. I work from home, full-time, and puppies have WAY too much energy.
Spoiler alert, we now have a puppy.
And she has way too much energy.
But we love her, and she’s here to stay! Meet Phoenix!
Any tips for surviving a new puppy? Tell me about them in the comments!
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