Welcome Rachael, who is contributing some fun first-person content to our blog.
Until a year ago, I was a mid-twenty something cat lady with ZERO interest in becoming a dog owner. My, how times have changed. Enter Pippa the Pomeranian.
It all started with my Pomeranian owning Bestie. A local animal shelter posted on their Facebook about an incredibly shy, abused puppy mill escapee who was found captured mangy and malnourished on the side of the road. The Bestie’s Pom, Audrey, is a jealous red-headed fox and doesn’t exactly play well with others, so naturally, the Bestie thought the next best home for this sweet shelter pup was my house. I remember being like, “Yeah… I don’t see that working out. I’m a cat lady. I don’t know the first thing about being a dog owner.”
Fast forward two days. Bestie’s mom is now suggesting we visit this dog at the shelter. She has taken to emailing the shelter on my behalf and even puts the pup on hold so I could see her. (And to think that I thought cat ladies were crazy…) Under the ruse of a lunch date, I was practically coerced on this group shelter trip. I mean,. I was a certifiable cat lady. Cats were self-sufficient - Feed, pet, poop scoop, pet, poop scoop. Repeat. Visiting the animal shelter for a dog wasn’t exactly on my life agenda. Ever.
Arrival to the animal shelter had me more interested in the cat habitat. I had literally picked out two and named them before my transformation began. The volunteer interrupted my kitty loving and introduced me to a mangy, honey-colored fur blob. My immediate reaction was, “Gah, does she have fleas?” followed by “Oh my, she is precious…” followed by “Sweet heavens, I must have this honey colored fox” followed by “Chyna is an awful name… She’s being renamed” and ending with “When can I take her home? I.MUST.HAVE.HER.”
The volunteer said that I was the first person that Chyna Pippa took to. Apparently, our obsession with each other that day was mutual. They say that “Animals choose you”, not really the other way around. But when they choose us and we choose them, what a perfect match! Not even going to sugarcoat it, but, it tends to lead to obsession.
Fast forward a year and you’ll find a mid, well closer to late, twenty something cat lady who has become a dog lady. Completely obsessed with a foxy little lady, and growing increasingly obsessed with the desire, want, NEED, to get her a Pug sister. She’s already been named Kate the Pug. Future Household: Me, Pippa, Kate and the cat. Transformation Complete.