When I adopted Mayrose in March of this year, my house was immediately turned upside down. She required a lot of time and attention. ALOT!! This did not please Grady, President of the Licks A Lot Club, and official lap warmer in the Hopson household. He sulked for a few weeks. And then, I stepped in something wet.
Last week, I shamelessly divulged that I have several terms of endearment for my three dogs. Luckily, several of you also use pet names for your dogs, cats, fish, etc. It feels really good to know that I’m not the only loose goose in the world of pet parenting. Babying our babies is what we do best, and their pet names prove just how devoted we are to them.
All of my dogs have full names. There is Harrie Nathaniel, Grady Oliver, and Mayrose Claire. If that makes me crazy, sign me up! To prove to you that I’m fully nuts about my dogs, they all also have handmade outfits from my dear doggie couture designer friend, Jalina Colon (www.etsy.com/shop/JalinaColon). So, there you have it! I’m crazy – about my dogs.
I noticed, in Sunday’s Augusta Chronicle, an article on Pet Adoptions. I’m always glad when animal welfare groups get free publicity. After all, none of these rescue groups are making any money. Every penny that comes in goes right back out in the caring of the animals and in finding them wonderful forever adoptive families.
I like adoption. All of my pets have been adopted. I’m even adopted. So, yes, I believe adoption is a great thing.
I'm 44 years old and single. Sometimes I'm painfully single, but mostly I'm peacefully single. I have a great life with the love of friends and family. Church, job, home - all wonderful.
But, I don't have a husband.
I have friends who say, "Do yourself a favor and stay single". Some of my friends have terrific and loving husbands. Some have husbands who need to be shipped off to a desserted island, and left.
But, I don't have a husband.
I've had Spring Fever. I've had Scarlet Fever. I've even had a little Beiber Fever. But I've never had Puppy Fever.
I've always adopted adult dogs. Abbey was my youngest at 9 months of age. Her playfulness nearly wore me out! Because of Abbey, I swore off puppies "forever". But, Abbey passed away last December when she was just a few months shy of 15 years old. I instantly missed her and I even missed the abundance of energy that she brought into our home. I cried for two months.
And that’s when the fever hit me.
My name is Mimi and I'm excited to be writing a weekly pet blog for the Augusta Chronicle.
My goal is to share stories about your dogs and mine, and to spread the good word about all of the fun that you and your pet can have in and around the CSRA. I'll be posting every Tuesday. If you have an event (adoptions, walking groups, new pet store openings, etc.), let me know and I'll make it my priority to spread the word.
So, look for the new blog "It's a Great Day To Be a Dog" every Tuesday.
Until then, get your wag on, Augusta!!