First Chipiversary!

It’s Chip’s one-year Gotcha Day anniversary! We made room in our hearts for another pup about seven months after Ziggy passed away, but Chip wasn’t the pup that started it all.

It started with Frankie

As our hearts started to heal after Ziggy’s passing, I would pause on social media posts about adoptable puppies from the various rescues that I follow. The ones that tugged on my heartstrings (black and white mutts, a tripawd, etc.) I would show my husband, who would respond with a non-committal “Uh huh” or “I see.”

Eventually, my husband showed ME a puppy, saying “Cookie wants him.” That was a few weeks before a planned trip to Key West. We agreed that we should wait until after the trip so we wouldn’t need to worry about training a puppy on that trip (our pups join us in Key West).

One week before the trip, I saw a video of Frankie – a black and white puppy with one blue eye and one brown eye who already knew some basic commands like sit. I debated showing my husband since our trip was close. But I sent him the video.

“He’s not going to last long. Let’s get him!” was all I needed to hear. I immediately filled out an application. Then we sat on eggshells waiting for a response. I worried whether we’d be allowed to pick him up after our return, so I planned and packed as though a puppy would be joining us.

The night before the trip we got the call. We were approved to adopt any dog except Frankie – he was already going to the home that adopted a littermate that he bonded to.

They were having an adoption event at a store en route to Key West, so we decided to stop in. We met one puppy – Chip (formerly known as Perry).

Not love at first sight

While Chip was very friendly, crawling into our laps, he barked. A lot. We decided against him as we were a little worried that he’d be too jealous of Cookie.

On we went to Key West, monitoring news from the rescue group (and others) about adoptable dogs. We found another one with the same group that we arranged to meet at the foster mom’s house the day we got back.

Everyone hit it off, and the foster mom was excited about us. But lo and behold, there was some miscommunication, and that dog was committed to another family. They were doing a meet and greet the next day at an adoption event, but if it didn’t work out we were next in line.

Second Try’s a charm

So, we went to the adoption event to check out other pups in case that one fell through. The only puppy of interest was Chip, and he was there with a different foster mom.

Luckily for Chip, my husband didn’t recognize him at first. So I arranged a “re-introduction,” which is when my husband realized he was about to be suckered.

Again, Chip was friendly but chatty. This foster mom had been with Chip longer and shared a video of Chip playing with his littermate and foster sister. She assured us that he’s not a jealous pup and that the barking is how he likes to play (and communicate as we would eventually learn).

Chip quickly stole my heart, and my husband gave in to bringing this troublemaker home!

The rest is history

The rest is history. My husband’s instinct was kinda right. Chip is definitely the most challenging of our dogs, requiring the most training, but it has been incredibly rewarding to see him mature. (And bark a heck of a lot less often.)

The most amusing part of Chip’s story is when we got his DNA test back. Two months before we adopted Chip, I documented this conversation between my husband and I:

Screenshot of a Facebook conversation between my husband and I:
Me: the one breed we're never going to get is a husky.
Husband: ugh. Why not?
Me: all the huskies I follow on social media howl constantly, never shut up, and have a lot of opinions.
Husband: oh, kinda like you?
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I mean. He's not wrong.

And the results: American Staffordshire, boxer, golden retriever, and husky! And that is what I call karma!

Screenshot of Chip's DNA results showing that he has American Staffordshire terrier, boxer, golden retriever, Siberian husky, and mixed breed.

Hi, it’s nice to meet you!

Welcome to my site! I’m Jessica, and I’m a Dog Mom. I started the pawrenting journey in 2014 when my husband and I adopted Cookie. Since then, we’ve also adopted Ziggy and Chip. I’ve learned a lot over the years, and I look forward to sharing my experiences with you.

About me

Cookie and me at dog day at a local botanical garden
Photo Credit: My mom

I’ve always loved dogs since I was a kid. I convinced my parents that I should get a dog because I was the only one who had never had a dog, and fish didn’t make good pets because you couldn’t take them for a walk. (I was 8, and I was terrible at walking Lady.)

After my childhood dog passed away while in college, I decided I didn’t want to get another dog until I was on my own. Like in many households, I may have been the one that advocated for getting and ultimately picked Lady, but she quickly became my mom’s dog.

I have worked in the corporate world in marketing and product management. In the years since adopting Cookie, I’ve gone down the rabbit hole of “crazy” Dog Mom. I would love to be a stay-at-home Dog Mom or otherwise immerse myself in the world of dogs. Maybe that’s in the cards, or maybe my love of dogs will be what keeps me sane in the professional world.

Why Blog, Why Now

In March 2019, my husband and I adopted our second dog, Ziggy. He was three months old when we brought him home. About six months into the pandemic, in October 2020, Ziggy was diagnosed with cancer. Two months shy of his second birthday, his hind leg was amputated, and right around his second birthday, we finally learned what kind of cancer he had – hemangiosarcoma.

Hemangiosarcoma is a cancer of blood vessels. It is common and often has a very short survival time (about six months). Ziggy lived with hemangiosarcoma for 17 months. He died just three months after his third birthday.

As our journey into canine cancer began, I learned SO much – not just about canine cancer, but canine health in general. There is so much that seems obvious when you learn it, but it is counter to common knowledge or what we knew as kids with our dogs.

Dogs are incredibly precious to me. They are loving, and loyal and bring us so much joy. No matter how long they live, their lives are always too short.

With each of our dogs, I learn something that makes me a better Dog Mom to the next dog in our life. I want to do everything I can to give them the longest, best life possible. And I want to help like-minded pawrents do the same for their pups.

Meet The Pups

Now it’s time to meet our dogs, and the family dogs, that will make appearances in future posts.

Cookie

Cookie flying over an agility jump at the 2019 Tailwaggers CPE agility trial.
Photo Credit: Robin T. Brumfield

Cookie made me a Dog Mom. My husband and I adopted her in September 2014 when she was three months old. She benefitted greatly from being an only child for years.

She is incredibly smart, a fast learner, a good two shoes, strong willed, friendly but anti-social, and an amazing athlete. Cookie introduced us to the world of dog sports beyond obedience.

While Cookie earned titles in agility, barn hunt, and tricks, she also tried tracking and nose work.

Ziggy

We brought Ziggy home in March 2019, also aged three months. He was our first second dog. Ziggy was my greatest teacher and the inspiration for this blog.

There will be many posts about everything that Ziggy taught me, but the top two are how to advocate for your dog and how to pawrent two dogs.

Ziggy was the happiest, friendliest, and sweetest pup. His tail was always thumping, and he was delighted to go with the flow. I hate that he had to be one for half of his too short life, but he was also a fantastic patient.

Cookie introduced us to dog sports, and Ziggy introduced us to canine holistic health care.

Chip

Chip laying in the grass trying to take off his bandanna on his first birthday.
Photo Credit: Me

Seven months after Ziggy passed, we made room in our hearts for our second second dog, Chip. In October 2022, Chip became the third dog to enter our home at the age of three months.

Chip is a firecracker, and our biggest challenge. He is vocal, anxious, stubborn, silly, sweet, and smarter than I often give him credit for. Chip lived through a lot in his first three months of life, and it shows. It hasn’t quite been a year, but he has come SUCH a long way.

In under a year Chip has taught me that patience and love pays off. He reinforced a lesson learned with Ziggy – that every dog is different. Most importantly Chip is teaching me how misunderstood reactive dogs are.

The family dogs

Lastly are two girls no longer with us, Lady and Brie.

Lady joined our family in 1991 and passed in 2004. Compared to the dogs I have now, she was tiny – just 20 pounds! But boy did she have presence. While she was only ever taught the most basic obedience commands, Lady was very well behaved and super smart. She was healthy her whole life, until the last year or two when she was on several heart medications.

Brie replaced me when I moved out on my own. My mom lasted five months after I moved out before bringing home Brie. She was at least a year old when she joined the family in 2007 and she crossed the rainbow bridge in 2019. Brie never played, was a steady companion, apparently could hold a grudge, had separation anxiety, and taught Cookie how to behave and paw at the door. (Meanwhile, Cookie taught Brie how to bark and eat grass.)

Here we Go

In a nutshell that’s me and the dogs of my life. I look forward to sharing lessons learned, resources I turn to, products I’ve tried, and countless silly stories.

An important note and reminder: I’m not a veterinarian, certified dog trainer, or other dog professional. I’m a dog mom sharing her tales in pawrenting.

While I hope that my experiences help you, I’m only an expert in the dogs that I’ve lived with (and even with them, I’m always learning). So please, consult the experts that are part of your pack for the needs the pups in your life. When applicable, I’ll link to accounts of the professionals that I follow.