Friday night I went over to my coworker/friend's birthday/jewelry party...she lives about five minutes away which is awesome to have someone live so close! (This is also the gal who has two kiddos and will be watching Baby H when we need her). She turned her birthday into a wine and hor d'oeuvres party (I consumed sparkling water and apple cider) while her neighbor, who is a representative for Premiere Jewelry, did sort of a trunk show. It was nice getting out and meeting new people-I really haven't done that in quite a while...which kind of makes me feel like a hermit, but at least I'm a hermit with my husband. Anyway, I didn't end up buying anything but I did get to chat with all these new moms which was really fun. I also didn't eat much because when I got home husband and I ate pizza. Mmmm, pizza.
Saturday morning I was exchanging phone calls and texts with the French Bulldog Rescue Group, and we thought we were going to give Coltrane over to her foster family on Monday morning but turned out it was for Sunday morning...which meant a smaller window of time to spend with the one dog I've had for almost five years-longest time I've ever owned an animal. Psycho animal, yes, but also a very loyal animal. While Matt was at work, I washed all of Baby H's clothes and Oh. My. Gosh. This baby has more clothes than I do. But what's funny is we don't have very many newborn clothes--definitely a lot more 3-6 months. We're set at that age! I also did the grocery run and planned the menu for the week. With so many baby clothes to wash (and my own laundry), I didn't get all of his clothes put away until 10pm.
After Matt got home, we took the pups for a nice walk, sigh-our last walk with Coltrane. It was so bittersweet Saturday. Both hubby and I had our teary moments with her and we let her sleep with us that night. It's been a long time coming, but to have a solidified date of her leaving us just made it really hard. We kept telling ourselves this is the best course of action to take, knowing she'll be treated properly and hopefully get the training she needs; and if she stays with us, she'll probably be locked in her crate most of her life.
Sunday morning we got all of her things ready and drove over to the Van Nuys airport (boo Van Nuys) where we got to drive onto the tarmac and pull up to the private plane she was going to be flying in. Lucky pup. We finally realized that the people flying Coltrane to Monterey were just helping out-they weren't her foster family. What nice people, right? And this couple had to be a few years younger than us. Must be nice to be rich and have your own private plane in your 20s. Holy cow.
Coltrane was surprisingly very calm about all of this, and it broke my heart to have to send my goodbyes to her. As we were shaking hands with the couple I started to tear up and had to walk away before I started balling (ugh just writing this makes me tear up). She was still so calm when I looked back, sitting there watching us. I cried halfway back home but the more we talked about how this is good for everyone, the more I pulled myself together. But I still made a haiku last night and collage of the frenchie I'll never forget.
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| Coltrane the Frenchie May your life be wonderful We will miss you so. |
The apartment definitely had a different feeling to it when we got back, but we ate breakfast in peace and there was no fighting between the pups, or hovering around our feet or having to yell at her not to lick her bars. After watching football with Matt for a little bit, I took Miles over to my friend Christina's parent's house. Christina is a good friend who I used to work with but she moved down to San Diego after she got her Master's Degree and lives there with her boyfriend and new puppy. Well she brought her puppy up and we had a little puppy play-date while we caught up. These two were SO rambunctious...and I was embarrassed when Miles kept trying to dominate Riley's head...over and over. It was weird. But they played hard for almost two hours straight!
When I got home I gave Miles a nice bath and he immediately crashed until dinner, then fell asleep again. You know your puppy played really hard when he starts cuddling/falling asleep vertically on a pillow next to you...
So overall, as I mentioned before, it's just been a whirlwind of emotions this weekend. We really miss Coltrane and kept saying, "I wonder what Coley is doing right now," but last night we had our first really peaceful night. I was able to snuggle up next to Matt without either of us getting attacked. And this morning when I took Miles out it was so easy to get him to eat and potty. Coltrane was so stubborn about pooping, seriously! It took forever.
Life will be fine for our little family now, but we'll always carry a soft spot for our little frenchie in our hearts.
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