Hard to believe I haven’t really updated this blog since moving to Colorado! Guess I’ve been busy eating the things I bake rather than photographing them haha.
I popped on today to share some photos I took of my sweet girl, Margot. My husband and I adopted her from a rescue almost exactly a year ago today, and we’ve been smitten ever since!
Here’s the story of how we got her. After Christmas of 2020, Nate and I were really hoping to adopt a dog. It was the first time we lived somewhere that allowed pets, and it just felt like the right time. This was 2020 and early 2021, so remember: Adopting a dog was tough. Everyone wanted to adopt a dog. Rescues kept rejecting us just for living in an apartment, and when it wasn’t that, someone would snatch up a dog before we even had the chance to meet it. It was emotionally taxing, to say the least. To boost our chances of meeting a dog we were interested in, I fell into this habit of scrolling through “adopt a pet” searches every night.
Then one night in early January, I came across this cute 6-year-old Dalmatian girl named Paris. I fell in love with her! It was late, but I decided I better send in an application that night, just in case. I had to scramble to IDs and such so I could scan them in with the application—kind of a funny thing to be doing at, like, midnight.
Anyway, fast forward, and a few days later, we actually heard back from the rescue! We texted back and forth and did some initial screening stuff. Then we scheduled a time for me and Nate to come down and meet her that Tuesday.
Turns out we were the first of three families to apply for her. And we ended up being the first family to meet her. Paris was truly the sweetest girl in person and kept asking us for rubs. Naturally, we fell in love with her even more. When we left, the foster sent us a picture of Paris watching us leave through the window, and my heart just about melted.
The next two families were meeting with the foster over the next week, so all we could do is wait and see if the rescue chose us. It was the longest week ever!
Finally, when the following Monday rolled around, I texted Paris’s foster mom to ask if she had any updates. She read my text that morning (I could tell because she had read receipts on) but didn’t text back. It had me convinced that it was going to be a no, but I tried to hold it together. Nate and I went on a long walk outside that day just to distract ourselves.
When we got back from our walk, I just broke down crying because I couldn’t take it anymore. I knew it was going to be a no! Nate started consoling me, of course, and it was then that I got a text on my phone. It had to be the foster.
And it was! I made Nate read it because I was too nervous. He read it and slowly said, “I guess we’re going to have to…adopt a dog.” I started crying even more out of pure joy haha.
The text had said, “I am super excited to tell you that she would love to become part of your family!” We drove down the next day to take her home, of course.
So glad you chose us to be your parents, Margot Paris.
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