Monday, March 31, 2014

You Don't Know Mac!

This is Mac when we first brought him home...

He squeezed his 40 lb body under the bed, and hid. He could barely look at Ron. He wanted nothing to do with Oliver.

The staff at our rescue group said Mac was extremely shy, especially around humans. They said he was very submissive and needed a kind, submissive companion. When he and Oliver met, they didn't even play. They looked at each other like, "Whatever."

We met his foster parents (who had originally adopted him and then given up) and they seemed torn. They clearly loved him and resented him all at once. Looking back, I understand.

After a couple days, Mac's true demon character came out: his inner asshole, if you will. He barked at us incessantly. He herded us and Oliver around the house. He practically pulled our arms off on walks. He viciously lunged at anyone who else who came near him or near our apartment building. He decapitated all of Oliver's beloved stuffed animals.

I swear to God, his eyes would glow red in the dark.
demon dog

Oh eff. Can we get a refund from the rescue group?? They gave us a demon dog!

"Okay, so Mac wasn't exactly what I had in mind when I thought about getting a second dog," she said as she swept the hairy floor for the third time in one day.

But he was family.

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Within no time, I loved him. I didn't like him...but I loved him. Can anyone out there relate?

Sunday, March 23, 2014

Rescue Me

Anyone else out there been through the dog rescue process?
It's HARD.

Ron and I spent a several weekends in a row visiting our local shelters and adoption events looking for a companion for Oliver. My heart broke every time I thought about all those homeless animals... I wanted to bring them all home! But there was always a sense that it wasn't the right fit.

We also tried the local rescue groups. I haven't felt so rejected since my single days. What the hell was wrong with us? We're nice, young, somewhat normal people with a somewhat normal dog. GIVE US YOUR HOMELESS ANIMALS! One time we even made it far enough to introduce Oliver to a potential hetero-lifemate...only to find out his foster parents planned to keep him. Well what are we doing here then?!?

i'm normal i swear

On the verge of giving up on the idea for awhile, we stopped at Centinela Pet Feed to meet the dogs at their adoption event. None really fit what we were originally looking for, but a medium-sized border collie mix was sitting in his crate quietly wrapped in a little ball. He was so shy, and not very interested in us...

Apparently Ron and I both like boys who play hard to get.

Tuesday, March 18, 2014

How did I get here?

So we meet again. Maybe you've landed on this blog because you were previously reading about my sex online dating life...

Well, here am I. Living my happily ever after.

Me.
Ron Swanson.
Oliver aka "The C-Block."
Mac Hine aka "Damn it, Mac."

One big, furry family.


So how did I get here? For five years Oliver and I were on our own...

We moved eight times.
We had some doggy roommates.
We met some boys, but none liked us much.
We moved back in with my parents.
He struggled with anxiety.
I struggled to find my voice.
Then we met Ron.

I realize a fluffy white dog wasn't exactly attracting men, but Ron welcomed Ollie with open arms and an adorable toy fox (which he still has, though it's since been decapitated by Mac).
It wasn't long before we became "three!" It's funny because I often joke about the months we just had Oliver to worry about as if they were the good old days. Ron and I moved in together, and it was hard to see Oliver home alone all day. He's definitely a dog who needs a companion. We decided to get a second, "more manly" dog. Two dogs is easier than one, right? They keep each other company and play together so we can enjoy ourselves, right??

Wrong.

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