The past nine months away have been busy, busy, busy. If you followed me on Instagram some of this will be old news, but I would feel like a terrible mommy if I neglected to officially introduce you to my new baby. That is right, I am a mommy to a precious furbaby.
Meet Grosvenor (pronounced Grow-ven-or):
I guess I was naive when it came to adopting a dog. Since I last blogged I applied for two other dogs (Grosvenor was the third). I guess everyone I know in real life that has adopted a dog had no trouble so I just kind of assumed you applied, got a call and could go meet the dog and you then left with it. Not so much.
You apply for the dog, are screened then you meet the dog, become attached to said dog and then never hear another word. I know non-profit rescues get so many applications and have to do what is best for the dog so I do understand, I just got sad each time I thought I found "the one" and never heard another peep. However, this story has a happy ending and it all worked out more perfectly than I could have planned.
My sweet boy is three and fully trained and rarely barks. He is the perfect apartment living dog.
Grosvenor is part Bichon and part Poodle and just the happiest dog.
I think it is safe to say I have become one of those crazy dog ladies or rather mommies...he might be a dog but he is my baby so that makes me a mommy, right? Lord help me when I have human children because I feel everyday is already a pup photoshoot with lots of "baby talk" on the side.
Grovie is such a good boy and was worth the wait. I am so happy he found his furever home with me!