A new member of the Yates Pack

Now that I officially have one reader of my blog (hi, Naomi!), I am feeling more inspired to write. And this, my one friend, is a story every one must know. Or at least one person....

Two weeks ago, if you would have talked to me about the possibility of our family being owners of another dog, I would have answered your question before it even hit the tips of your lips with a VERY emphatic "NO!" As much as I love our (almost) 4 year old black lab, she is a LOT of work. She's big. She's expensive. She's demanding. She thinks she owns the rights to every piece of comfy furniture in our house and I'm entirely convinced that she believes she is being generous by letting my daughter share "her" bed.

The kids have been asking for another dog for quite awhile. And with my personality, the more they ask, the more I have been strong in telling them no.

And then this weekend happened.

We were at the Women's Expo and the Capitol Humane Society also had a booth out there. Without going into the whole entire horror story, I will shed some light on the situation...only because I'm still bitter. Bottom line, I saw a rat terrier dog, about 5 years old with missing teeth and scars on it's back and I...fell...in....love. We talked to the volunteers there and solidified our desire to adopt this little guy. Unable to do it over the phone for whatever reason, they said I had to drive out to the Humane Society to put a hold on it and that I had until 4pm to do so. I left almost as soon as I could to do this, only to drive 25 minutes out there and find out that "someone" had already adopted him. It's still quite mysterious to me and I still have not forgiven them for not only the bad communication, but the lack of professionalism when the front desk refused to talk to me when I was asking questions about the situation.

I was devastated when I left. Like, almost-to-the-point-of-tears devastated. I hadn't been that attached to a dog since I was in the 4th grade when we had to put our cockapoo to sleep because he nipped at someone....another sore subject, let's not go there. (But since we're already here, you should know that the punk kid was teasing him and the dog had a RIGHT to put him in his place).

All this aside, we looked on the internet for a similar type of dog and much to my surprise, we found another dog that seems like an ever BETTER fit for our family. This Saturday, we are supposed to go down to Kansas and pick him up. His name right now is Ryleigh, but I'm wanting to change his name to Sergio. Serge for short. Ironic and weird how excited I am for this little addition into our family. I hope I'm ready for this. I hope he's ready for me! Check out the pic of this little sweetheart coming my way....