Last week, Jake, my 19-year-old son, proclaimed that he’s been hard at work at his new job and wanted to buy another Wheaten Terrier. It’s been a long time since we’ve had a new-baby-in-the-house experience so of course I said yes.
When Jake turned 10, we bought our first Wheaten Terrier online. The process was a bit foreign to me: A couple of phone calls and clicks of the mouse and another $200 flight (they don’t have breeders in our area). It was fun to surprise him with Winston. I told him I wanted to go to Powell’s Books at the airport “in case they had different books than the regular store.” He took the bait, we went shopping in that tiny airport store and suddenly there was a voice over the intercom: “Jake, please report to baggage claim.” It got his attention immediately and of course he was beyond surprised.
So I took home “Mother of the Year” after that incident.
The choice was easy to make on this second round because Jake found a puppy born on his birthday and paid for the entire thing himself: The dog, the flight, the shots, the toys, the bed and he has already found an agility trainer. Trust me when I say we have been waiting for the right moment forever. Pippin and I volleyed the idea every Christmas, every birthday, and every time we found a new litter born in the mid-west. We wanted a repeat performance, and I think we got one thanks to Jake.
The new puppy, named Sunny-Bear, is a handful. And apparently what’s been missing from this busy full house for so long.
Here’s to many late nights and pee-pee paws.
xo,
So Called Mom
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