Well, it’s been quite a winter around our household. Thanksgiving flew by, and the next thing I knew it was Jon’s birthday, followed by Christmas. Now, here we are in February with the rental home remodeling completed and prospective renters submitting applications. (I will be posting the before and after pictures this weekend.) Things are definitely beginning to settle down enough for us to enjoy the newlywed life.
January was hectic with the loss of Bunny Holly and adopting
Houdini Brutus. It happened the day after New Year’s and was all very sudden. Jon and I were off work that day, so we leisurely got out of bed and played with Bunny. After about half an hour, we gave her fresh food and water and began to get ready to run some errands. I was grabbing my shoes and purse when I heard Jon exclaim, “Oh, no!” and immediately knew something was wrong. We rushed her to the emergency veterinarian around the corner, but it was too late. She later told us it was quick and sudden and “one of those unexplainable things” since Bunny had been healthy and had great check-ups.
After a few days of mourning (She was my first pet and not even two years old, so I cried a lot while Jon packed and threw away her things.) we went to the local shelter and found Brutus, nicknamed Bruce. He was a beautiful brindle color, appeared house broken and manageable for me to walk with him and not get pulled, so we brought him home. We went to the vet the next day and learned he was still a puppy (The vet roughly estimated he was a one year old and fully grown.) and not four years old, which is what the shelter stated in his description. Day one went well, but we realized he needed crate training while we were away because our doors were terribly scratched by the time we came home. Three dog crates later, Jon and I acknowledged that Bruce was not a crate kind of dog. He destroyed and bent the first wire crate and managed to remove the door. The second crate was a slightly bigger wire crate that Jon padlocked and had placed links to in order to keep him from removing the door or side, but I came home to find him running around the house. Somehow, he slid the tray from the bottom opening and apparently himself. There wasn’t any other way he could have escaped, except for the very bottom where you slide the tray in and out. I walked in to see Bruce in the kitchen, happily playing with his favorite toy, which also managed to make the great escape with him.
That’s when we decided to have Brutus hang out in the balcony, which he loved and did well for about a week. Then the unthinkable happened. He jumped out of our second story balcony and wandered around our neighbor’s yard uninjured. Did I mention that in the middle of the puppy chaos, I fell and injured my knee again? So, with puppy troubles, work, rental house remodeling, and a wife requiring piggy back rides up and down our stairs daily, Jon thought it would be best to return Bruce to the shelter. Jon’s reasoning was that since Bruce jumped two stories and didn’t get injured, he would feel comfortable doing this repeatedly and we wouldn’t be as fortunate to find him in the neighbor’s yard, but injured or at the pound. After many tears, I conceded and we went to the shelter and explained that Brutus was an ideal family dog who was house broken and trained to fetch, sit and speak, but also required someone with time to crate train and a yard. So, if you’re in the Dallas area, and you’re looking for a new addition to your family, visit Bruce and his friends at the local shelter.
So, now that it’s February and we (mostly Jon) aren’t driving to the rental house, we have begun new projects at home. I have tackled sewing curtains, purses and shirts (Yes, a few posts on those will be coming up soon.) while Jon is converting his old glass top desk into a light desk for my craft room! Yes, despite my novice skills on the sewing machine and crocheting, I managed to build a hefty collection of fabric and yarn that took over the master bedroom. Our second bedroom is Jon’s office which was overtaken by books, wires and all things belonging in a man cave, so we decided to convert the study (Bunny and Brutus’ former room) and make it my feminine, craft cave. Although, I have a slight notion it was actually Jon’s way of diverting my attention away from his office to another space in the house that I could decorate. Either way, I have a craft room!
Now, I shall return to Pinterest for more ideas.