How we got Lucky

I woke up one Saturday morning just like any other, except the difference that morning was what I saw when I turned on my phone. It was an ad that was posted on a Facebook yard sale page with a picture about a puppy who was found on the side of the road and needed a new home. I immediately messaged the woman and asked her if the puppy was still needing a home and that I was very interested in getting her. She quickly responded with “Yes, we’re currently on the way to take her to the pound, can you meet now?”

I hadn’t even gotten out of bed yet, so I told her to give me a second to get dressed and I could meet her, so the first thing I did was jump up and put some clothes on and went to meet the lady within 5 minutes and pick up this poor puppy. She told me that they found her in a garbage bag in their front yard and that they couldn’t keep her because their kids have allergies. I’m not sure how true that story was or how long she had her, but I could tell that she was malnourished. Considering she was about to be dropped off at the pound, I’m so thankful that I found her in time to intervene.

When I brought her home the first thing she did was get some loving from the kids and also my hubby. She was very timid and shaking, she wouldn’t come to any of us when called like a normal puppy would. We could tell she wasn’t socialized properly. We estimated her age to be between 10-12 weeks according to her size, also guessing what she was mixed with, we concluded probably Pitbull and Beagle. Since this was a nice Saturday morning we planned to go out walking like we usually do on weekends with nice weather.


She did really well with walking with us unleashed. She kept up along side us and looked like she was enjoying herself. It was a nice first experience with her of many to come. Afterwards, we went to the store to grab her first round of puppy shots, dewormer and some other doggy things she needed (especially puppy soap).

Over the past week we:

  • Socialized her to: us humans, cats, riding in the car, leash walking and rain.
  • Taught her to come when called (since she was so timid)
  • Working on potty training (which she is doing really great at)
  • Learned commands sit, lay down, shake and speak. Which took less than 10 minutes each to teach.

This past Saturday we had planned to take her to a mobile vet clinic that was scheduled to be at our city’s Farm Supply store, we knew she may be too young for her rabies but we wanted to see a vet for free that could maybe give us a better idea on her age. We were the first ones there when they were setting up and the vet took the time to have a conversation with us while he waited for the techs to set everything up.

He was really nice and when the table was ready he checked her out for us and said she looked like she was in good shape, confirmed she looked like a pit/hound mix, but that she was way younger than 10-12 weeks like we thought. He put her age at 6-8 weeks, which means she was somewhere between 5-7 weeks when we got her. We were shocked because she’s such a big puppy. Given her newly found age range and being 10.5 lbs we used a growth chart and her assumed breed to determine she could be upwards 62 lbs when she’s full grown. Using his time-table on her age, we went halfway, and aged her 7 weeks so we also decided to give her the birthday of December 3rd and that’s what we’ll celebrate from here on.

The mobile clinic will be back several times over the next few months, but she won’t be old enough until the date they’ll be back in April. By that time it will also be the time to register her with our city because the age for registering dogs is 4 months.

We’ve had her a little over a week and we love her. She has so much potential and she’s a fast learner and super sweet. She’s going to be a great family dog and she’s going to be very loved and very spoiled for all of her days. She is truly a lucky girl. ♥




How we got Lucky

I really don’t like snow

I can remember being young and liking going outdoors and playing in the snow. I also remember growing out of it. I was born in upstate New York where snow was inevitable. My family migrated… yes, migrated… south to southern Virginia when I was seven years old. The winters down here are so mild in comparison.

Down here when they call for 2-3″ the stores are flooded with patrons and there is short supply if any supply of bread, milk, eggs left. We just got hit with 7 inches on Saturday and 3 days prior I was trying to get bread for the house because we run out fast and the store was empty Wednesday & Thursday. We have 7 people here all the time plus extra kids around too when I have our 2 nephews and this past weekend was our weekend with my husband’s daughter. Finally though on Friday night, we managed to get bread.

This is 5am Saturday morning.

On top of getting all this snow, we also got issues with ice. The residential roads are still not all clear today (Tuesday). They closed schools yesterday and today. The kids haven’t been back yet since they got out for Winter Break. I’m sure tomorrow they will though. We had to go out yesterday and when we got back we were not able to get my van back in the driveway, so we had to walk all 5 kids up the ice and make it inside. Only 2 fell and my youngest daughter (4) was NOT to pleased with getting snow all over her bare hands. She cried the entire way tot he front door.

Over the snowy weekend, the kids were split up so they could each enjoy their time. My 4 year old daughter went to my mom’s before the snow hit and spent 2 nights at her grandma’s while she was snowed in. She played outside and had a good time. My older 2 boys (8 & 5) went to their grandparent’s to spend majority of their time outside playing on the sled track they had built at the neighbors and having a blast. I love that they have so much fun with their grandparents. I enjoy seeing them so happy. My youngest son (3) was sick so he could not go outside to play. Our older girls (11 & 10) played outside all of 20 minutes on Saturday and didn’t want to go back out since. I definitely couldn’t blame them. I don’t like being out in that mess either.

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I’m hoping this is the last snow of the season, but it probably won’t be. I just get so fed up with the crazy that comes with the weather and being trapped at home. I do however love seeing the joy on their faces when they see the snow finally come, it reminds me of when I was little and we moved here with so little snow, when we did get it, it just felt magical.



I really don’t like snow