So I adopted this gal Sahara and brought her back to my apartment.
Now the fun begins right?
A few hours after I adopted Sahara I had to go to work. We only had a little bit of time to acquaint ourselves before then, which means it wasn’t quite time for us to have fun yet.
I put her in my bathroom, as I didn’t have a crate yet, and picked up the rugs on the floor, told her good bye and that I would be back soon. With that I closed the bathroom door and the bedroom and was ready to leave for work.
Until I realized…
I didn’t know if I should leave the light on for her or not.
Frantically, I texted my friend and asked what to do. Apparently dogs can see in the dark, she didn’t need me to leave the light on. Now I was ready to go to work.
It was a short evening shift so it went by fast and I was so anxious to get back home and play with my new pup.
First stop Walmart to pick up some food and some toys, second stop puppy city!
I didn’t even know that tackling Walmart would be a task all on its own. There are 50+ different kinds of foods to choose from and I didn’t know what to look for. Somehow I managed to decide on a bag of food, a big box of Milkbone treats, and a few toys.
To my surprise, I open the apartment door to find Sahara running around the apartment with the entire contents of my bathroom trashcan in every crevice of the apartment. I also chose the wrong week to be on my period, good thing my roommates wouldn’t be home for a few days. You were probably expecting surprise in the form of a nice big poop or a pee accident, I would have settled for that over this!
How she managed to open two doors beats me! This is actually pretty impressive. When I left both doors were closed. One opens out, the other opens in, and both had knobs not handles. You have to admire the dedication that took!
I cleaned up the mess, took her potty, fed her and gave her water.
Now it’s time to play!!!
I showed her the new toys I got her. I watched her rip apart tennis balls one by one by one, welp there goes that pack of balls.
After a little bit of play time, I let her up in bed for some cuddles. Then we decided to call it a night.
I told her good night and that I loved her. I hoped we could have a better day tomorrow. It hurt me to say, “I love you.” How was I supposed to love somebody I didn’t know and somebody that just destroyed the apartment with trash? I said it anyway because I knew it was something I was supposed to say and it was something she needed to hear whether she felt it or not either, maybe one day I could say it and it be true.
*Spoiler Alert* it was true in just a few days.
How’d your first night go?