Notice anything different about this #ootd photo?
I know, that necklace is fab, right? I have it in two colors.
Oh and also, THE DOG.
That's right. After years of wanting, months of deliberating, and only minutes after meeting, Steve and I have gained one very furry family member. Meet Schooner, our half Maltese, half Yorkie pup (also known as a Morkie).
Let me back up a bit. I have always wanted a dog. Scratch that. I was more of a cat person, until I developed a horrible, debilitating allergy when I was a teenager. I couldn't imagine my life without a pet, so I though I should get a dog someday that was the size of a cat. That began my obsession with Yorkies. I mean, they were just so cute! Like a tiny adorable Ewoks. Recently, Steve and I spent some time dogsitting a Maltese, and she was so great, not to mention, both breeds have hair instead of fur. I thought a Morkie might be a perfect little mix.
I always thought it was super cheesy when people said this, but sometimes, the dog really does pick you. When we walked into the room, he immediately came to life and looked at us like, "you're here for me!!!" Later, after we were on our way home with him, Steve told me that he knew the minute he saw him that we weren't leaving without him. Within a matter of hours, we were on our first boat trip together back to Nantucket, wondering what this new life would have in store for the three of us.
Like every major decision we've had to make, we mulled over names for a long time. I had always imagined I would have a girl dog, so when we ended up with a boy, I was lost on what to call him. After Steve suggested a number of Star Wars characters/Bruins players that I quickly vetoed, we threw out the idea of a nautical name. After all, he does live on Nantucket. We spent the entire boat ride researching different nautical terms, trying to imagine us calling it out to him as he runs to us across a beach.
It only took us 24 hours, but we finally settled on Schooner. We liked that it wasn't a name that a human would necessarily have, but it wasn't so ridiculous that you would be like wtf. Plus I thought Schooner Scouras had a nice ring to it.
That was three weeks ago, and there have been ups and downs. I've never owned a dog before, and Steve's dogs that he grew up with were perfectly trained before he was even born. Schooner is very sweet, but he is a puppy through and through. We have spent pretty much every waking moment that we are not at work playing with him, feeding him, walking him, attempting to train him, and cleaning up after him. Poor guy was thrown off a bit when on his third day with us we had a massive snowstorm with 98 mile per hour winds. Needless to say, that leaves little time to document the adventures of Schoon-man (one of the many nicknames I now have for him - I will spare you the more schmoopy ones). Except on Instagram, of course.
Notice that I'm only in one photo. Why, you ask? Well with an energetic guy like this to chase after, I find there is very little free time to try to make myself presentable. I've totally slacked on my #ootd pics these past few weeks, because when you come home and someone needs to go outside and is jumping on you and is like oh my god why did you leave me all day I hate you and love and I'm not quite sure what I feel but I HAVE TO PEE, snapping a few iPhone pics seems a little low on the priority list.
I don't mean to sound like I'm complaining, because I do love the little guy. It's just a learning experience for all of us, and I'm deathly afraid of not training him correctly and being one of those people with that obnoxious dog that jumps on everything and barks at anything that moves. Is this what it's like having a child? Just constantly questioning whether or not you're raising a productive member of society? But you know, without the peeing on the floor and stuff? (Scratch that. I hear kids do that too.)
So here's to the newest member of our little family. Please pray to whatever higher power you believe in and the Dog Whisperer for us and a successful training period (however long that may last).
Also, less of this would be great. (At least the shoes were unharmed.)
|our first casualty.|
~L (and Schoon)