The Boston Log

A life with a corgi. Our adventure.

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Our First Weekend Apart

GUYS... it happened. I left. Like went out of town... oh God. He's going to forget who I am! I hope he doesn’t feel neglected. He better get enough attention. All these thoughts ran through my head as I packed my bag.

A weekend away with my girls. Away from work and all my adult responsibilities. Sounds PERFECT... and all in all it was. But, I missed my Boston so much. One of my gal pals has a house in North Louisiana. Beautiful old plantations, abandoned cemetaries, a lot of scenery, and nothing to do but be outdoors. She brought her dogs and I did have that option but, I was a little selfish. I wanted a weekend where I didn't have to worry where he was at all times and have to clean up his mess. Was that shitty of me? (no pun intended) I think also I wanted to test it out. See his limits like how will he handle this situation. So off to his godfathers he went!

Yes, I am that person who names godparents for her animals... DO NOT JUDGE ME! Anyways, we were apart for 2 nights and 3 whole days. The first day wasn't so bad until i drank my first bottle of wine, then he became my only thought. I admit I did drunkingly call my friend in the middle of the night. I may or may not have woken them both up... He texted me that everything was fine so I had to just trust his word. Second day we were pretty busy with adventurous car rides and singing and doing all the basic road trip itinerary things four girls would do. My friend did update me with pics and said he was having the time of his life... I’m not sure if he meant Boston or himself..?

It was Sunday which meant it was time to head home.Once we would get back into town i knew it was back to reality. Also back to my BossMan. During the drive I did have some uneasy thoughts. How is going to react when he hears my voice? Is he going to remember me? Will he welcome me just like any other human being he sees or will it be different? Will it be a special type of excitement? We finally arrived. Parked the car. Walked up to the door. I knocked. I said his name and before I could finish he instantly came to me. At that moment I could tell he knew. I could finally breathe. I was so happy to see my baby!

The ride to our house he literally would not get off of me. I mean He usually rides on top of me but this was different. Any time I moved to adjust my arm he would dig deep into my shoulder. I could feel how worried he was, as if every movement meant I was leaving him again. Little does he know this will be a normal thing, me going on trips and him staying behind. Its all apart of our journey and one day it will get easier... one day.

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❤️🦊🐶📸❤️

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My Little Protector

As I'm staring at my notebook trying to put my feelings into words I wondered... did i take my meds?

So no, this is not going to be one of those cliche “How i Deal With My Depression” or “My anxiety does not Define Me” kind of blogs , but unfortunately depression has been passed down to me due to genetics. Along with that comes anxiety attacks...those bastards love to pop up even on my good days. I'm talking body feelin right, hair on point, face BEAT kind of days. 

With that being said I had my mind officially set on getting a dog. How would my life better if i had a constant companion? The idea of a dog being with you every moment of your life. sounds great right? Well to me it did. He literally wakes up with me, goes to bed with me, and of course the bathroom company is always fun to have. look I'm not a loner. Like I have a great group of friends but being adults we are all busy. We all have work or school and life happens. I hate to say but I'm kind of needy. I'm not saying I'm not independent because i am, its just nice to have company. I sometimes get lonely pretty easily and i hate that! Boston has really helped me deal with that. I can't express how amazing it is to come home after bad days at work and walk in my room to him with his silly grin on his face and those comforting eyes looking up at me like “my human is here! Rub my belly! throw my toy! GIVE ME ALL YOUR ATTENTION!”

i admit I am one of those girls who literally will cry for no reason. and for all of you “strong, independent, i don't need no man” kind of gals, please do not pretend that it does not feel great to just let out a good cry every once and a while. Well before Boston, that happened...alot. Sometimes for no reason but then I’lll cry for every reason in the book. Its like everything just hits me at once and i don't know what to do. When I would cry in my bed by myself (damn that sounds pathetic) it was just the worse feeling... like being isolated. Now when my anxiety rises and everything comes crashing down I'm not alone anymore. I sometimes forget he's in the room and next thing you know he's jumping on my face, eating my hair, licking my arms... oh yeah thats his way of realizing something is wrong and him helping me. 

It was so surreal to finally know the feeling of an animal having such a response to real human emotion. i know we have service animals for a reason, but in my naive mind I'm thinking they are trained to respond to these emotions. I guess i never thought that my 5 month old puppy would react so naturally to me having an episode. He usually sleeps at the foot of my bed but after I have my attacks he purposely sleeps so close to me, I can literally feel his little heartbeat. I sometimes feel so bad because I can tell that I worry him and I can see his panic. He paces while I'm trying to get it together. Then he simply touches my hand and that alone helps me catch that full breath I've been struggling to find. 

Its insane how compassionate animals really are. Boston has really helped get through some nights and he isn't even a year old yet. I feel like we have some sort of understood pact. He will be there for me no matter what and I, for him. I’m his human. I hope everyone who has a fur baby has or will experience little moments like this. Its as if something just clicked one night that he was meant to be here with me. We were meant to have each other. 

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Best decision iv’e ever made.

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I Shopped and Didn’t Adopt

So let me start by saying I do not get offended by much, especially when it comes to controversial protests and opinions.I believe everyone's entitled to their own opinion and what YOU choose to do with YOUR life is YOUR business and no one else’s. However, there is one movement thats has struck a nerve with me. The ‘Adopt don’t Shop’ movement is a silent protest mainly broadcasted by celebrities via social media.

All my life my family has been firm believers in rescuing and help lost dogs find their homes. I can’t tell you a year out of the 23 i have lived that we didn't have a dog. We've cared for a dog when a friend couldn’t, kept 2 dogs that we found off the street, rescued 3 from the pound. I mean to make people feel less than because we didn’t adopt a pound dog is pretty harsh.

What is so wrong for wanting to raise a dog from a puppy? i wanted my first dog to know me from his first several weeks of life. I wanted to be able to train Boston from an early age. What is wrong with wanting your first pup to literally grow with you? i wanted me to be his only past, present, and future. I want to be the only life he's known. 

Every dog deserves a loving home and a great life, so to be fair not only pound dogs matter. I could not imagine life without my Boss Man. What if someone who abuses dogs or neglects their animals had gotten him instead of me? the thought makes me sick! I believe Boston was meant for me and I for him. No human should shame another for wanting to choose what kind of dog they want to own. 

And no, I am not typing this in rage because of any guilt for not saving a dog from the shelter. I am expressing my opinion because i felt I should stand up for myself and other full bred dog owners. I hate that there are so many dogs who were abused and abandoned. I hate that there are so many dogs in kill shelters. But, unfortunately I was not meant to adopt at this moment in my life. Maybe in the future that will be my next move but i chose Boston for a reason. 

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All smiles after he threw up on my sis lol🦊💙❤️📸🐶

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SO.MANY.HILLS.

Drive to Oklahoma they said. It’ll be fun they said. YA’LL. 

Ok so my trip to get my bossy boss man was now time to begin, I was not alone for my voyage. My little sister accompanied me on the corgi mission and let me tell you...we could not wait to get on the road. We started later than hoped..once we had our  macha tea and latte we started burning gas!

My sister is 6 years younger than me and is in her teenage angst phase...so this meant very little talking. This girl really brought her headphones when i thought maybe we could actually bond and have mature sister conversations... I WAS WRONG. after the first 4 hours of the trip we finally were singing the same songs and laughing about lame pandora commercials. We finally get to our hotel in Arkansas. we both were EXHAUSTED!!! We grabbed some food and hit the pillow so hard! We stayed up for a couple hours watching YouTube videos. She rekindled my love for Shane Dawson and we binged watch ALL OF HIS LATEST VIDS! Literally in tears laughing.

It was a little hard to fall asleep knowing that in 9 hours i would have a 2 month old puppy who was now going to be under my watch. Who was going to be MY RESPONSIBILITY. I won’t deny, while trying to fall asleep one thought constantly kept popping through my head. Did i make the right decision? Was this a smart idea? Am i prepared? Obviously It was WAY TO LATE to back out now. And no i didn’t want to, but the thought of raising an innocent little ball of fur freaked me the fuck out considering literally in the morning we would be meeting.

It was the big day. It was time. Why am I putting make up on? why am i so nervous? like this puppy is going to care how i looked? I was panicking! FREAKING OUT! My angsty 17 year old sister was like “OMG holly its not a big deal chill out” and yes read that with whatever angsty voice you have. We hopped in the car and in just 30 minutes ill see him.

There he is. Did i get a bunny instead? I really couldn't tell by the way he was hopping around in the grass with all his fur in the way. Oh my god. its him its really him I held him so close to my heart and shed just the smallest tear. His breeder said her good byes with such sadness which by the way i give all props to foster parents and breeders. I know it has to be the hardest thing to say goodbye to such a cute face that you raised for its first 8 weeks of life. But now it was my turn. 

He only threw up once in the beginning of the trip (on Julia might i add) because of all the hills. And just 10 pee stops later We were finally home. And boy did he have a family waiting to greet him with so much love! Everyone was snap chatting and snuggling his little face. My parents absolutely died when they saw him...Definitely safe to say I think my dad is in love. 

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My Boston at 2 months.

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You're Going to Be Grandparents..

Woke up to,you guess it, another pair of ripped Victoria Secret undies. I knew his good behavior would end soon. This seemingly unnatural week of luck would soon be ruined. Who knew such a cute face could commit such violent acts... oh thats right... MY PARENTS. 

I constantly joked with my folks by sending pics of other pups i would find on the internet with a caption, “guess what?!”. Of course they would roll their eyes and would say how awful of an idea it would be to own a pup while having a full time job and a busy lifestyle. “Oh the money you will spend” “The vet bills” “We will not watch it if you go out of town” I mean the remarks could go on. It was understandable to express concern that i wasn’t “ready” but the choice essentially was mine... not theirs.

Little did they know for 2 months i had already been in touch with a corgi breeder and already put down money for my little baby. Boston Oates Kimbrough. My Pembroke Welsh Corgi. Who at the time had no idea he was going to be living with my crazy ass.

I kept in touch with his first owner, a very sweet ranch owner from Oklahoma. The date was set to make my trip to finally pick up my fur baby. This meant it was time to reveal to my parents that they would soon be GRANDPARENTS! It was a sunny day in July, dad was cleaning our pool while mom laid back while watching him do all the work. I had a pic of Boston as my background on my phone. I went up to my mom (nervous might i add) and showed her the undeniably cute face of my Boss and she said, “I know you didn’t.”  

I laughed and then explained to her that this was actually happening. How the first time in my life i felt ready to care for another soul other than myself. I explained how i needed someone to come home to after a long day who would be just as excited to see me as i would be to him. My dad was frustrated at first, but then my mom said, “If you're happy, Im happy.” That one line gave me the confidence and support I've been waiting for. My journey with my Boss Man was so close to the start line. I couldn't wait to get the run started.