Have we seemed detached lately? A little slow to post? Distracted? If you’re nodding your head, then you’d be right. (At least, I think so.) But hey, we’ve got a reason. We’ve been keeping it under wraps until things looked more solid, but we feel comfortable enough now to give you a bit of news.
That’s right, B and A have finally taken the house-ownership plunge, and we’re thisclose to buying our first place. Cue the giddy happy smiles. The current plan is to close mid-April and move by the end of the month. We’ve given notice to our apartment complex–wait, what’s that? We haven’t mentioned, not once, that we live in an apartment complex?
Yeah, about that. Back when we were still contemplating dog ownership, there were plenty of people with opinions. A heavy majority were not in favor of dog (especially Scout-size dog) ownership while living in an apartment. B and I completely agreed. And then we got Scout anyway. :) You see, after thinking it over and over and over again, we didn’t want to wait. There were always going to be reasons not to get a dog, and we were done discussing it in circles. We wanted to take the leap, so we did. Now, we did it in an educated way. We didn’t just run out and buy a puppy, but we planned and thought and knew what our challenges would be. Yes, every single time Scout has to go to the bathroom we have to walk her down a flight of stairs and then back up again. Yes, there is no yard for her to run around in, so we’ve had to supplement this with plenty of trips outside. No, we could not just throw her into a yard (because we didn’t have one) whenever she got annoying. We had to face it head on and deal with it. We’ve had two people and one puppy and one five-year-old cat living in a one-bedroom (yeah, that’s another thing…) apartment.
But you know what? We’re happy we did it, and I think we’ve shown that you can successfully raise a dog in an apartment. You just have to work really really hard at it :)
All right, enough soap box! (The whole apartment thing has been like some big blog secret up until now, because I was afraid of dealing with some possible digital-criticism a la the real-world criticism we received. Possibly irrational, but hey.) So our super-exciting news is that we’re getting the fudge out of Dodge and moving on to greener pastures–literally. Scope out Scout’s new digs!
Yay! Cue the excitement! (Editorial note: I did not take these photos. They’re the listing photos. Otherwise, I think I would have moved the kiddo’s tricycle and stepped away from the satellite dish.)
Yes, that is a lake. Yes, it is ours, or a portion of it at least. And yes, every bit of this yard will one day in the near-future be trampled by the happy paws of Scout. When we stopped by for the inspection, that tree in the back right corner was in full cherry-blossom bloom, which is kind of ironic in a neat way considering I’ve always had a thing for cherry blossoms. Oh yeah, and the lake comes with ducks. I am dying to see how Scout reacts to them.
This is the neighbor’s dock. The back fence has a gate door that opens and you can walk down to the water. Our land doesn’t have a dock yet, but we’re hoping we can save up and
build one pay someone who knows what they’re doing to build one in the future.
I am immeasurably excited to see how Scout reacts to the water. She’s only ever been in the little wading pool we bought her…
…so it will be neat to see what she thinks of the lake. Of course, this now brings on a whole new set of things we haven’t had to deal with: snakes…ticks…(live) frogs…We’ve got Scout on flea-and-tick meds already, so we’ll see how that goes.
And though Zoey doesn’t go outside (a previous owner had her declawed, and she’s never shown an inch of interest in the outdoors), we’re hoping the move brings her some joy too. Not only will she have oodles more space to sun herself in, but if we end up screening in the back porch she’ll have a semi-outdoor area that she can access for a change. I am really happy to be able to give her more room to live in, since she’s stuck inside all day. The move itself will be tough on Zo. She was abused in the past before we adopted her, and she does NOT travel well. Trips to the vet involve defecating in the cat carrier before we’ve made it from the door to the car. So the move is going to be stressful, and we’re brainstorming ways we can make it easier on her.
So excuse our busyness! It’s been warranted :)