If you follow me on instagram then you already know we adopted a new doggy. I couldn't hold back the temptation to show off those sweet puppy eyes... Don't let them fool you though.
When we went to visit Rylee, we actually thought we would be able to go and meet her then leave and "think on it." Yeah right. Who ever does that? Meeting a sweet dog in a shelter is an emotional experience and we saw Rylee's need for a home. She was sick and had a terribly helpless look on her face. It wasn't until later that night that we realized how sick Rylee really was. We took Rylee to the vet and found out she had all sorts of typical shelter dog issues, but nothing too serious.
Once Rylee was better, she started to explore the backyard and discovered the bush that led to the fence with holes in it. In just 3 short weeks we have spent a lot of time and money on this dog. I never thought I would be one of those people. We have crawled into the bush, through the fence into our neighbors yard while yelling Rylee's name. 4 times. Once at 10:45 on a Sunday night. This past weekend Matt helped me climb over a fence from one neighbors yard into another to get to Rylee (thank goodness the neighbors weren't home)! I have ran around the neighborhood yelling her name while carrying her leash. So pathetic. Our neighbors probably think (now know) we are crazy. As a result of this getting through the fence craziness, we cut down the beautiful green shrub wall and built a new fence. So fun. This process has been much harder than I thought. I figured we would get a dog that we would feed, let outside to pee and take on walks. Easy enough right?! Not with this dog. Since adopting Rylee our patience has been tested in many new ways, but every time I look into that face - my heart melts. I rationalize all of this craziness by telling myself this is God's little way of preparing us for future life events... or teaching us some grown up life lessons.
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