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The birthday celebration (dog included)

So I turned Troy Polamalu years old last Friday. If I owned his jersey, I would have worn it, to proudly display my age. :-)

I had a great few days (I try to celebrate for two or three). It started on Thursday with my traditional birthday lunch at Mad Mex with a couple of friends/former coworkers. Mmm, shrimp-mushroom-spinach burrito. 

Friday included wearing of the birthday pin (for the 19th year) and a coworker-made hat (by the coworker who shares my birthday), lunch at Hems with coworkers, early work exit, dinner at Roman Bistro (best of the three meals) with family, Penguins and Pirates shirts as presents, and watching "Girl Meets World" with my kid to end the evening. 

But the biggest part of my birthday weekend was our adopting a dog from the Humane Society!

Since J and I will be off for almost two weeks for Christmas, and the hubby shares about half of those days (plus a few before our break starts), we figured it made sense to get a dog soon. J had fallen in love with Evie, this kind of crazy-looking rat-bull terrier, via the website a week or so prior. And as luck would have it, she was still there on Saturday morning when we finally made it to the shelter. I, on the other hand, was enamored with a black pit bull-lab puppy. Elvis was calm and complacent; Evie was wild and barky. But one look at Elvis's giant paws deterred me. Plus, I know some people were afraid of our pittie mix, which was kind of crazy. 

Anyway, we got Evie, whom we renamed Bailey after a few hours (that was her name at one point, and she responded to it). And life has been crazy ever since! The energy level on this 10ish-month old puppy is, well, crazy. She goes from 0 to 60 in about five seconds, and then right back to calm. Yesterday, she jumped down the last four steps to fetch a ball, and today, she was several feet in the air, spinning around, trying to grab a toy.

The hub has left her downstairs for a few hours while he was out the past couple of days. The toll? A slipper, a dress shoe, the top of a plastic stapler, the lid to a bottle of hand sanitizer, and part of a Scooby hat. Sigh.

Oh, Bailey, what have we gotten ourselves into?! :-)


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Barb said…
Faith - she is so sweet! what a cutie! How big is she? We should try to see if she and Penny will get along. Penny is ok w/ puppies - it's like she knows they're babies.
Enjoy her and her all of her puppy-ness! (if that's a word)
yay!
:) B
December 10, 2014 at 4:08 PM
Chris H. said…
Congrats! How cute!
December 10, 2014 at 8:55 PM
Facie said…
Thanks for the comments, ladies. Barb, I believe I answered your question via FB. At this moment, I think Bailey would be way too crazy and overpowering for little Penny. But hopefully someday soon!
December 14, 2014 at 5:31 PM
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