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:

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







