Meet my Mush

Finally catching up on my blogging and somehow finding the missing part of my brain that had stopped me from checking out this little place that has part of my heart, I decided to give you my favorite story that I've been waiting for, also a thing that takes up the other half of my heart.

For months, my family had been back and forth about getting a dog. I was leaving for school soon enough, and I got real impatient. Debate after debate, discussion after discussion, sending my family GIF after pinterest article, we decided to go for it. After vacation. While on vacation, we discussed names on a relaxing afternoon spent in the water. My family is kind of dorky, but I don't mind. I wanted flash, brother decided on Winston. Excuse me what? We started making jokes about names that referred to our family inside jokes (you have those too, right?) and we started talking about our all time favorite Saturday Night Live episode, featuring Drake. Just watch this, you won't regret it (especially the Disney World lovers). We love Drake for more reasons than just a silly SNL skit or two (we're avid fans...he's jewish...). I wish I could remember who decided it was a good idea but here's a virtual pat on the back (to either my brother or myself). At that point on vacation, I couldn't wait until we got home.

The day after coming home, we went to go look at the puppy place where we got my dog I had while growing up. We knew they had recently received a bunch of newborn cockapoos so we had to check it out to get dibs. Duh. We knew we wanted something with a poodle mix because they don't shed, are easy to train, and so much more. I'm not kidding when I say I have now experienced love at first sight. There were two out of six cockapoo's we really liked (a boy and a girl of an apricot color). After repetitively calling the one we liked Drake to see if he would respond...all he did was jump up in his bin and lick our hands uncontrollably. We decided to take him out for a test run (literally run) and we were sold. All he wanted to do was sit on our lap and love on us. We were used to finding dogs there that wanted to run away from us but we knew he was ready for a home!

My dad wanted to check out the girl dog, thinking soon-to-be-drake was too hyper. I wish I could explain how drastic the difference between the girl version of him was. She didn't want to play, love, or run. Just sleep. My dad thought soon-to-be-drake would be a little much to handle but boy was he wrong.

Two days later we were able to pick up baby Drake and he was official ours! Yes, best birthday present ever. It's actually hilarious because when I was younger until the age of like 13(?) I was terrified of dogs. Especially big ones (hence why I refuse to ever get one). We had a dog, and he was the only one I wasn't scared of. In middle school, a huge ass (aka not sure what dog type it was) dog bit my nose so basically that scared me for life.

Running around petsmart like a frantic Mom-who's-expecting, I asked all the workers what was the best of the best. I spent too much money on dog treats and toys, just because who knows what he would like (read: He will eat/bite ANYTHING). Coming into our world, this little mush has been beyond spoiled and the best I ever had (and could ask for).

My dog growing up was a bijon and very hard to train. Since day one of being home, Drake has been aware of "sit" and to go to the bathroom outside. Safe to say, training him has been a walk in the park [which we've only done once because he FINALLY got his shots]. Talking your ear off about my dog would not be an understatement. I realize that dogs are the best type of love you can get and they will love you endlessly (read: who needs a boyfriend? Not this dog mom).

Summary: Get a dog. You'll be happier.