Summer is here in full force. Even though the kids have only been out of school for one full week, it feels as if we've settled completely into our summer routine. Our schedule is full of camps, soccer, softball & volleyball. The kids are outdoors and active almost all day everyday. We do summer justice around here. Have to, considering how miserable it is outside the rest of the year, right?
One thing we didn't anticipate this summer? Having 5 dogs in the house to kick it all off. Kinda gives new meaning to "the dog days of summer", huh?
No. I haven't become THAT crazy dog lady. Not officially. Not yet.
Only 2 of the dogs are actually ours to keep. You see, my husband and I took a much needed trip sans kids to our house in Aruba to recuperate after my high school softball season ended. We had planned to bring one foster puppy back from ARF (Animal Relief Foundation), but somehow fell in love with a brother & sister who had been found at 4 weeks old running through a busy street. They had been living with a foster family on island for about 4 weeks. We decided to each transport a puppy back on our flight. What's one extra puppy, right?
Tell me you could've rescued just one of them and I call bullsh&t.
They are the "K" litter and their foster mom before us simply called them "the babies" so we named them Khloe and Klaus. Yes. Klaus is after Niklaus, the original. He's smart and adorable and TROUBLE with all caps. Just when you think his nautiness is too much, he flashes you his smile and you melt. If you don't get the reference, I'm not entirely sure we can be friends.
Just before arriving home, we heard from the family of our first foster puppy, Divi. Not going to delve into the hows or whys here, but let's just say she wasn't the right puppy for them. SO, we ended up taking her back to find her a more suitable home. She is now 8 months old and has a TON of energy.
In case you don't follow me on Facebook and missed that our beloved Chester passed away last month, well, he did. Be thankful I wasn't blogging at the time because you would have needed to take stock in tissues after viewing the goodbye pictures we captured. It totally sucked and my heart still feels shattered when I think about him. But he left us with a little gift. He simply adored the foster pup we had at the time, Gabby. She is a wonderful, sweet girl and, serendipitously, her forever home fell through 3 times, the final time being the day after he passed away. We like to think that he picked her out for us.
So we ended up keeping Gabby, now 16 weeks old. She makes a great foster big sis to the pups. She plays well with them, almost to the point that we wonder if she has a touch of herding genes in her. She also acts like Mother Hen, taking care of them and keeping them out of (too much) trouble. She seems to understand that they, too, are rescues and need a little extra love.
Add Gabby and the 3 fosters to our own 12 year grumpy old Cattle dog Jasper. Whew. Let's just say the dogs have temporarily taken over our lives.
Key word: temporarily.
I keep telling myself that. In fact, it's become my mantra.
this is temporary. this is temporary. THIS IS TEMPORARY.
Much like the brutal winter weather. Much like the chaos that is my softball season. These dog days of summer are truly temporary.
We just found a home for Miss Khloe and have bites on Klaus and Divi that may turn into their forever homes very soon.
I am sure we will wake up one morning well past the 5am the fosters demand and will find ourselves in a new stage. Not gonna lie, I'm kinda hoping it will be titled the lazy days of summer.
How about you? How's summer going so far?