When we tell people what we are doing our friends and family always ask, “Well, what are you doing with the dogs?” We are bringing them with us. All FOUR of them. Not only are we crazy for opting to live in less than 200SQFT of space with no dishwasher, laundry room, or dog door, we are doing it with four dogs.
We’ve had our parents offer to take a couple off our hands which, in reality, would be nice but it’s not fair. It’s not fair to do that our parents, they aren’t the one married to a crazy lady who keeps bringing dogs home, and it’s not fair to the dogs.
Let me introduce our four legged kids.
Lucy is eight going on eighty. She enjoys lounging on the couch, sunbathing, and eating any food that falls on the floor. Mr. TinCanPlan inherited Lucy when we started dating so there wasn’t really any convincing with her. She’s a doll.
George is our spunky adventure loving kid. We got him as a wee pup, from what I say was a meth lab, about 30 miles east of Austin, also known as Bastrop. I had told Mr. TCP that we were going to “look” at a puppy and before he could object we were headed home with a puppy. He’s our most sociable kid with a big personality and he draws a crowd everywhere he goes.
Serendipity is our seven or eight year old boxer we foster failed with through Austin Boxer Rescue. They posted something on their facebook page about how they desperately needed fosters so I convinced (or tricked depending on who you ask) Mr. TCP to go with me to meet the boxers that need fosters. When we met Serendipity we knew she would fit right in. We had her for six months before anyone was interested in her and at that point she was already a part of our family.
Penelope comes to us from the Austin Animal Center. She was surrendered by her owners because, well, they suck. I saw that there was a French Bulldog at the AAC and that the rescues wouldn’t take her because she was aggressive. I thought, what the hell, I love a good challenge so I left work and headed over just to see what all the fuss was about. When I arrived I was ushered to a back room to meet her and goodness gracious she was so sweet. I knew she had to come home with me. I sent a very convincing (sense a theme yet?) text to Mr. TCP alerting him of the possibility of a new family member. He rarely says no, so next thing I know Penelope and I are headed to her new home.
Each dog has their own issues which I don’t feel comfortable off loading on an un-expecting grandpuparent which is why we will be hitting the road with four furry kids.
Stay tuned to see if we ship one back to Texas.
