I have always loved animals but I especially love dogs. I grew up always having at least one dog at both my mom and my dads. We love our animals. They have always been a big part of our family and brought so much joy to our lives. I first adopted my very own dog, Pancakes Marie, when I was 18 years old. She is so loving and loyal... and totally crazy, but she is my crazy. She is such an easy going, lazy dog. With Pan and my childhood dog, Maple, living with me, my dog maintenance was pretty easy. Side note that Pancakes hates having her picture taken, so don't ever think I am playing favorites, she is just a diva.
When we lost Maple two years ago, Pan was heart broken. Josh and I had wanted to adopt another dog anyway and so we started looking. That's when we found our girl, Greyson Bella. She was such a sweet girl with blue fur and white markings, we were in love! Grey was so smart and sooooo loving...but sooooo hyper. She required so much attention, training, and exercise. Even as I write this I want to laugh, because honestly, what did I expect with a large breed puppy? She was everything we had wanted and more, ok, she was a lot more. She was a ton of work, but she taught us both so much. We had to sacrifice a lot of our time and energy for Grey in the first year or so, and she was worth it all. I think because of all the work I put into Grey, I have a special bond with her. She is definitely our family, I love that girl.
It was both the love that we felt for both our girls and the fun we had with them that made me want another one. Grey looked to us almost all the time to be entertained because Pancakes is so mellow and it was exhausting. We thought it would be good to eventually get her another friend but we also thought 3 dogs was just stupid crazy. We would officially be outnumbered and become "those crazy dog people." So it never made it past very light conversation... until we saw that sweet half Aussie / half Lab puppy staring at me in Petsmart that fateful adoption day. Newsflash, never go to Petsmart for anything on the weekend unless you want to adopt a dog, you will come home with a puppy or go back the following day. Trust me.
Let's be honest about how Phoenix Wheezy became a Warren. I begged. Yes, as a 24 year old woman, I begged my husband for a puppy. I even kept sending him photos of her I had taken at the store. I even did the unthinkable... I named the puppy. I knew that was her name. And I knew that was my girl. We talked, researched, and prayed about if we could realistically do 3 dogs. I was afraid that because I loved Grey and Pancakes so much, I questioned if I could I love this dog as much. Plus our life had finally gotten into a good groove now that Grey wasn't such a puppy anymore, how do you throw another in the mix? I knew though, in my heart, that she was our puppy, crazy or not.
Phoenix, turns out, is the easiest of them all. She's incredibly smart, sweet, independent, loves to learn, and not to mention she's incredibly good looking. Grey finally got that buddy that always wants to play, sometimes even more than she wants to. We have a full house of sweet puppies that make our life full of fun, wet kisses, fur and lots of love. I wouldn't have it any other way.
If you are looking for a buddy - young, old, small or big, I can't recommend it more that you consider adopting a dog from your local rescue or SPCA. We got Pancakes from the SPCA and our other two from a local no kill rescue that is a wonderful organization that loves dogs and is dedicated to helping them find their forever homes! You will never regret opening your home to a furry friend and the unconditional love they bring with them.