It's been over a month since I last updated but there have been a lot of things happening. It seems like everyone says that. The "things-have-been-crazy-but-I-promise-to-write more!" lame-o excuse. Guilty. Anyway, let's back track a bit to when we finally got our stuff (thanks TMO!) two days later than scheduled. The movers were able to move all the boxes in to our 3rd floor apartment in about a 2 hour span. We honestly didn't have that much stuff even though it felt like it when we unpacked. The grand total was 98 pieces (and that's with furniture) Surprisingly we weren't missing anything but they did send us every single DVD from the apartment, some that belonged to Joe's room mates. I guess they didn't think we had enough movies. The more the merrier! They really did a great job packing up the fragile and potentially dangerous items. I was unpacking all of the kitchen boxes when I reached into the box and pulled out a knife. Yes that's right, a knife that had come out of the knife block. I know what you're thinking, "That could have been disastrous!" Tell me about it. But in an effort to tone down the drama, it was only a paring knife. Good thing I was pre-pared! Haha! Get it? ....anyone?.....Hmm, right well let's move along, shall we?
I suppose the most exciting news is that we adopted a dog! We had been looking at a few dogs from a German Shepard Rescue group and actually picked out a dog, named Smalls, that we liked. When we got to the adoption day outside of the PetSmart we found out that Smalls was likely to be adopted that day and we were still lagging on our paperwork. We looked at the other dogs and spotted a black dog calmly sitting by a volunteer. He didn't really look like a German Shepard but he seemed to be what we were looking for so we asked to see him.
Joe and I walked him around the PetSmart building with his foster parent. We instantly fell in love! (With the dog, not the dude). After our walk, we told his foster dad that we were interested in adopting him and that we'd have the paperwork by Monday. (That sounds super official) I guess they thought we were legit enough because the next day we got our puppy!
So a little bit about him: His name is Bjorn (originally spelled "Beorn" but I liked the weird spelling better). The odd spelling is actually Icelandic and means "bear". He is a little over 1 year old and very energetic. Bjorn freakin' loves fetch and will drop his toys on our laps in an effort to get us to throw them in our very small apartment. You can guess how well that turns out. Bjorn is a mixed doggie: his mom is a German Shepard yet they are not sure about the dad. They think he was either a Black Lab or a Border Collie. Can't we call Maury to get the answers for this?
He's a shy puppy but once you get to know him he loves you and wants to be around you. Visitors, ye be warned! Actually, visitors ye be excited because that means he will want you to play fetch with him for 8 hours instead of us! :)
I suppose the most exciting news is that we adopted a dog! We had been looking at a few dogs from a German Shepard Rescue group and actually picked out a dog, named Smalls, that we liked. When we got to the adoption day outside of the PetSmart we found out that Smalls was likely to be adopted that day and we were still lagging on our paperwork. We looked at the other dogs and spotted a black dog calmly sitting by a volunteer. He didn't really look like a German Shepard but he seemed to be what we were looking for so we asked to see him.
Joe and I walked him around the PetSmart building with his foster parent. We instantly fell in love! (With the dog, not the dude). After our walk, we told his foster dad that we were interested in adopting him and that we'd have the paperwork by Monday. (That sounds super official) I guess they thought we were legit enough because the next day we got our puppy!
So a little bit about him: His name is Bjorn (originally spelled "Beorn" but I liked the weird spelling better). The odd spelling is actually Icelandic and means "bear". He is a little over 1 year old and very energetic. Bjorn freakin' loves fetch and will drop his toys on our laps in an effort to get us to throw them in our very small apartment. You can guess how well that turns out. Bjorn is a mixed doggie: his mom is a German Shepard yet they are not sure about the dad. They think he was either a Black Lab or a Border Collie. Can't we call Maury to get the answers for this?
He's a shy puppy but once you get to know him he loves you and wants to be around you. Visitors, ye be warned! Actually, visitors ye be excited because that means he will want you to play fetch with him for 8 hours instead of us! :)
This was taken 5 hours after we started to play fetch.
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