We have 1 furchild, Ruger, a beagle/lab mix. Once we moved him to a new place, he didn’t have any friends to hang out with while we were working & that just seems sad & downright boring.
My boyfriend, Jesse, brought up getting a new puppy & I wasn’t thrilled with the idea at first, but it quickly grew on me & we were on the hunt for the “perfect breed” for us.
In all honesty, if we could clone Ruger, we would. He has been the best dog! So easy to train, tons of personality, and laidback when needed. But he was an “oopsie” breed. Which left us to find him a friend knowing no one would ever be as perfect as him. 😉 Pictures below. Look at that face! Those short legs! What more could you ask for?
Then we jumped from Labs to Beagles to Collies to Terriers & everything in between. Truthfully, I wanted to adopt from a shelter. I hate paying someone to breed dogs. It’s just not my thing. No offense if it’s yours!
After a couple leads on a puppies fell thru, I was scrolling through Facebook & saw an ad. Someone was looking for a forever home for a sweet 3-3.5 month old boxer mix. I called Jesse immediately almost in tears. I knew right off the bat, this was my dog. She stole my heart & I had to add her to our little family.
“Wellll….” “PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE” “I guess but this is your dog. Your responsibility.” “Ok! So I can get her?” “Oh God…”
That’s kind of how the phone call went. He had backed out a bit on the puppy excitement but I was 100% on board! Two hours later, I got off work & went to pick up this little boxer mix bundle of love & kisses. I was right. Best friends from the start.
She slept on my arm the whole way home. When we pulled up she ran right to Jesse. Call me crazy, but I believe she knew we were her new home & it would be for the long-haul.
Kimber’s been part of the family for 3 weeks.
A long 3 weeks.
I still love her. I love coming home & her running up to you. Even if you pick her up & love on her, she’s can’t stop wiggling around from excitement. I love how she snores in my ear while she sleeps on my back when we watch a movie. I love her mix-matched feet and how clumsy she can be.
She’s a handful, haha.
After a lot of research and Instagram tag searches, we decided our theory is she’s a Boxer/Shepherd mix. Possibly some Lab.
Whatever concoction she is, created a hard-headed individual.
From potty-training to chewing to shredding trash bags. All of it has been a struggle.
For the first two weeks I woke up every night at 2-3am & again at 6am for her to go outside.
But she can’t be normal. Just go outside, do her business, then pass back out.
If she gets up to use the bathroom, that also includes an hour of playing with your feet, and her rope, and anything she can sniff out.
This past week, I cracked. I couldn’t take it.
Originally, she was in a cage at night with puppy pads. Which she didn’t get the hang of. So at her normal times, from the other end of the house, you would wake up to a screaming, high-pitched dog who had to pee.
So where is she now?
Sleeping in the middle. Sometimes on my feet.
Yup. Me. Jesse. Ruger. Kimber. All in the queen size bed I brought from my parents house.
At least it’s getting cold out, cause there’s a lot of body heat goin on!
She still hasn’t gotten the hang out telling us she needs to go outside. Luckily, she refuses to pee in her bed. So at 6am everyday, without fail, my alarm clock taps on my face with her paws and licks my ears until I roll off the side of the bed & shuffle to the door.
Headache aside, we love her. She’s learning. Slowly. But learning. With lots of treats she is getting the hang out “Sit” “Stay” & “NO MA’AM!” We use that last one a lot…
Anytime I do get fed up, it instantly echos in my mind that if we hadn’t picked her up when we did, she was headed to a shelter the next day. She has too much love in her tiny little body to be stuck in a cold cage somewhere with no one.
& Please, please, please. If you are ever thinking about getting a dog. Don’t just think puppy. Think about all the wonderful assortments of furever friends waiting for someone to love them at your local shelters. They may take a little work, but they are so so so worth it. ❤️