Welcome Ziggy!

For the longest time, Kevin (5 years old) has been asking for a dog.  But Desmond (18 months) is a HANDFUL, and I couldn’t imagine bringing another living/breathing being into this household, knowing that the majority of the responsibility would fall on my already heavily weighted shoulders since I’m the work-from-homer.

But the thought of our boys growing up with a dog lingered in our minds.

Then one day, Kevin was at my mom’s for the weekend, and we went to a new shopping center to check out a taco place because… tacos.  There was a Petco nearby, and I said, “Uhh… should we stop in?  Just to check?”  There weren’t any dogs there then, but the guy said there was an adoption event the next day.

So we went home, looked up the rescue site that was hosting the event, and stalked all of the dogs that were going to be there.  We read up on pretty much all of them.  We (mostly me) had certain criteria.  We wanted a puppy since it would easier to acclimate with our already cranky cat.  But I didn’t want a BRAND NEW puppy that hadn’t been fixed, was going to be teething hardcore (although Ziggy has lost two teeth since he’s been with us), wasn’t house trained at all.  I mean, GIVE ME A BREAK.  I’m tired enough.

So we went to this event, expecting no one to really know about it, maybe seeing ten people there.  And it was PACKED.  I’d say a couple hundred people AT LEAST were swarming the dogs, especially the puppy area.  And right at the end of the line of puppies was “Nova,” a chilled out dalmatian/pointer (so they think) mix, just sitting there mostly ignored because everyone favored the tiny baby pups.  And right when I saw him, I knew he was ours.

He had me at floppy ears.

We filled out an application but were told that many people were already pre-approved.  Damn it.  But then, the next day, we got an email to set up a phone interview.  That went well, and a home inspection was set up.  We apparently got “two paws up” for the home visit.  Then, a couple days later, Matt picked “Nova” up from his foster’s home in Arlington, VA.

Picking a name was probably one of the hardest decisions my husband and I have ever made (I mean, JK….).  I was dead set on naming him Sir Paul.  Matt wasn’t feeling it.  We eventually agreed on Ziggy.

I can’t say it’s been easy adding Ziggy into the mix.  But as far as puppies go, it’s been a BREEZE.  He’s only taken TWO DUMPS in our house (so far).  He’s great about going outside.  He’s adjusting nicely and seems very happy.

Lucy the Cat isn’t too thrilled, however, and it’s been a much harder adjustment for her.  She stays upstairs mostly, and her food, water, and litter box are all downstairs.  I’ve been worried about her, but we’re all doing our best to accommodate her until she’s fully adjusted.

I took Ziggy to his first vet visit the other day.  I knew he needed his third and final distemper shot.  But I also found out that he had tapeworms and a fungal infection in his nail beds.  Awesome.  So, he’s been on a steady regimen of meds for both.  Just call me Nurse Autumn 😉

The boys are adjusting well, too.  Kevin announces daily that he loves his doggy.  Desmond is warming up.  He’s been unsure and upset when the dog wants to “kiss” or even sniff him, causing banshee-like screams.

I’ve been told on a couple occasions that I must be a glutton for punishment.  After all, we adopted Ziggy during tech week of a show I’m rehearsing for.  We open tomorrow, and with Ziggy and the children, plus not getting home until close to midnight every night, I’m not really sleeping.  He’s definitely not as bad as a newborn with waking, but he does wake one of us (or both!) somewhere between 4:30-6:30 in the morning to go out.  At least he doesn’t bark and wake up the children.  He simply nudges us awake.  It’s kind of adorable.  But honestly, I’d rather sleep.

Overall, we’re SO HAPPY to have added this handsome guy to our family.  He’s such a sweet boy, and we’re proud to call him ours ❤



One thought on “Welcome Ziggy!

  1. Hi Autumn, Thanks for sending Welcome Ziggy to me. He’s a very handsome dog, and I hope you’re happy with him. Dogs are much more of a chore than cats, especially having to walk them. Did your mom ever tell you about the two Great Dane Dalmatians she and Annette found walking in Garden Grove? They stayed with us the whole weekend, and then they must have pulled them to their house. Maybe your mom remembers, as she was very young. Give my hugs to the rest of your family and good luck on your show. Love, Grandma


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