Tales from the doggie mama diaries.
About 10 months ago, I unwittingly embarked on a journey of becoming a doggy mama to a pint-sized Chihuahua-Poodle cross puppy. What was supposed to be a fun, commitment-free visit to an animal shelter, quickly evolved into a rather consequential affair when my roommate R, decided to adopt one little fellow who crawled into her arms and drifted away to sleep. One look at her face and I knew we were done for and taking him home. I remember the next half hour being extremely chaotic with the pet-adoption lady bombarding us with an overwhelming amount of information. She took us through the adoption process, how much it would cost for his vaccines, passport and micro-chipping, what his dietary preferences were and where we could get pet supplies for the night. The question that overwhelmed me the most was, ‘Whose name shall I put as ‘guardian’ on his passport?’ Without a second thought and before anybody had time to think I’d shouted my roommate’s name and added to the c...