The act of restoring; renewal, revival, or reestablishment
Restitution of something taken away or lost
Something that is restored, as by renovating
Read the whole restoration series here –> My Word for 2018: Restoration
Those of you who follow me on Instagram and watch my Stories may remember seeing my conversation about having puppy fever, and how we probably weren’t going to act on it until after our June beach vacation. I was “looking” though, and made sure I was signed up with some local rescue groups so I could be kept up-to-date with pups coming through the rescues.
On March 17, I received a call from a lady who had rescued a puppy from traffic. She found him dodging cars and immediately saved him, even though she was unable to keep him (she already owned an elderly dog with a lot of health needs so a puppy was not an option for her at this time). She took him home, bathed him, and contacted a dog rescue to see if they could help her find a home for him. They gave her my phone number because they knew I was looking for a scruffy little wiry-haired puppy. I asked her a lot of questions about him and his demeanor, behavior trends, health status, etc. just so I could get a good idea on whether he’d be a good fit for my family. She sent me pictures of him and I absolutely fell in love. His ears and little beard stole my heart.
On March 18, my family drove to her house and this puppy greeted us with so much joy and love, and we just knew he was meant to come home with us.
So he did.
And we named him Waldo.
Deep in my heart, I’ve been feeling this pain and longing to nurture a puppy. March was supposed to come with a newborn baby, but since we miscarried and haven’t conceived since, there was a hole in my heart that needed to be filled. Please know that I am not comparing an animal to a human baby by any means, so please reserve your comments that accuse us of such a thing. They are not the same and I get it. They are very different. A person is still missing and nothing can replace him/her. Not even another baby. But when you know you’re meant to nurture, sometimes that means furbaby nurturing… and when your child deeply misses the sibling that never came home, a puppy is a great way to channel that nurturing instinct.
We’ve potty trained (completely, by the way), crate trained for bedtime, gotten up early, stayed up late, and it’s been glorious. Every day Waldo gets smarter and shows us what he is capable of learning, and it’s blowing us away. I already forget what life was like without him. Bringing Waldo home has brought us so much joy and fulfillment. He loves toys that crinkle and squeak, and especially loves his ball (and knows it by name). We’ve spent so much time throwing the ball down the hallway, teaching him to bring it back (and drop it), and he’s doing incredibly well.
The vet has put him between 6-8 months old age-wise and gave him all of his vaccines, heartworm prevention, and flea/tick prevention, so he’s good to go. Except neutering… that needs to happen so he’ll (hopefully) stop humping everything in sight.
One thing we’ve learned is that he was probably abused by a broom at some point. He is terrified of the broom. He couldn’t care less about the vacuum, which we expected him to be afraid of, but the broom is not his favorite. He also showed extreme sadness and embarrassment when he would pee in the house, so we think he had to of been inside someone’s home at some point and was probably hit with the broom when he had an accident (heartbreaking). He has never pooped in the house, but when he would pee, it would be a tiny bit and he would cower before us. We were very gentle in correcting him, usually just saying “no sir, we potty outside” in a firm tone while cleaning up, and we’d let it go. High praise for pottying outside continues, and he hasn’t had another accident in over a week. In fact, he’s even been left alone at home while we were out for 6 hours and he didn’t have an accident at all during that time. Positive reinforcement wins.
Waldo is my act of restoration for March 2018. He has restored a hole in my heart that needed to be filled with nurturing and I’m so grateful for him. Even more so, I’m grateful for my husband for taking a chance and saying “yes” when I unexpectedly sprung this on him.