We Got A Dog

I feel rather like I dropped off the radar, though mostly, spare time has been given to family. Some stories just need to be told.

For Hubby's birthday, we got a dog, four years (almost to the day) since Fuzzy passed. Perfection is hard to match, but Spaz has some of the same coloring and temperament as Fuzzy. Spaz, however, is half Husky, and therefore, half hyper. Spaz also has some issues with separation anxiety. So when we first got him, he would bark whenever we would leave him in his crate. It didn't bother the guy next to us, but it really annoyed the landlady above us.

A month later we went to Fish Lake, just can't get enough of it. We had a wonderful time and Spaz was a half decent camping dog. As we were driving back into the metro area, we both looked at each other and agreed that we should move to Fish Lake (someday). The next week was a riot with the landlady, but it answered the question that had been plaguing my mind for months, when are we moving from this place. It was agreed, that we would move out at the end of June and then she wouldn't have to deal with a large dog in her house. Now we just needed a place to move, that was cheap, and would allow a Husky/Malamute.

We looked all over the metro area from far north to way south. The units were either gone, wouldn't take the dog, or they just never called us back. We really wanted to house or townhouse (we needed to be farther from people). One week until we had to be out, and there was still nothing. Hubby kept toying with the idea of Fish Lake, but we had no savings for a down payment, he'd only been at his job for two months, and we can't find a house (let alone close on the loan) in less than 30 days. Finally, in desperation, we started the house hunting process.

He found a house that was affordable and looked to be big enough. We made arrangements with a realtor to go see the house and some others that were near by. I don't think we have offered on a house, and purchased it with seeing any less than a dozen homes, over several weeks. We had one Saturday. The realtor was able to show us three homes. Two homes within the chosen town, and one house six miles outside of it. There was something about that one house when I saw the listing. It looked to a little bit like heaven. Hubby thought I was a little crazy, not the first time. We met the realtor. Our chosen home was too small, the next home needed too much work, but that one home out of town (which needs a lot of work) just had it all. It could meet all of our future hopes and plans. Walking through it, I just kept thinking, I hope the work doesn't scare Hubby off. He didn't even wait until we had made it out of the house before saying he wanted to offer.

So we did. We offered on a house two hours from his job with no idea how we were going to pay the mortgage. We just knew it was where we needed and wanted to be. They accepted the offer and we moved in with my parents (they weren't very excited about the dog either). It took a month and a half to close on the home. In that time, Hubby's worked offered to let him work in the new area. If you would have presented this scenario to me six months ago, I would have laughed.

But here we are, in a small, quiet town that we thoroughly enjoy (close to our favorite fishing lake), with a house that we intend to never-ever move from, and a dog. And all of it started, because we got a dog. Sometimes, thing just work out in amazing ways.