Return of the blogger

Well, I don't know how I let it get this far...We just had our second anniversary and I realized I haven't blogged in a year! It has been so long, in fact, that Ben went back to his blog, beradical. So, as I currently have no job and no classes, I've decided to make it part of my routine to blog. Here goes.

As I said, Ben and I just celebrated our big number two! We went to the Clarendon hotel, which was beautiful, and away from all the distractions of the world so that we could focus on each other. The modern decor was Ben's style and entertained my artist's eye. Because it's an old building, the elevator was pretty shady, so we quickly learned to opt for the stairs, and there were a few other quirks. But, overall, it was a very fun, beautiful place with a wonderful restaurant. It was fun to get away from the dogs, phones and the worries of work and school.

Did I say dogs? Yes, in the last year, Ben and I have talked about having babies, and still don't think we are at the right time of our lives to give our time and attention to little ones, so Ben pacified my need to nurture by giving me babies in a different form. Pictures are coming, but for now I'll just tell you about them. Sasha came first, from the pound. I remember walking by her and Ben said, "what about this one?" I wasn't convinced, but then, she picked up her head and looked at me. Her beautiful face stole my heart. When we finally got her washed at home, we discovered her radiant white coat. However, before we could even get her home, there were problems. When we came to pick her up, they told us she was very sick and that she was our responsibility, they couldn't help her. So, we took her straight to the vet, who said "you have a very sick puppy". We quickly became very concerned when he told us she would need to go to the animal hospital. So, we took her there, where she ended up spending her first night out of the pound. I won't give you all the yucky details, but we weren't even sure if she would live through that night. She wouldn't eat or drink and she was already very dehydrated. Ben and I had already fallen in love with her like she was our child (I know it's different, but bear with me). When we finally brought her home, Sasha wouldn't play, eat or drink, and I had to feed her ice to hydrate her. It's the only thing that she would take. Later, she drank milk and eventually, Ben got her to eat dog food out of his hand. Sasha is now a big rowdy half-lab half-something who is healthy and happy.

Turk is our little shi tzu. When two of his brothers were brought to school, Ben and I immediately fell in love with them and almost immediately decided we had to have one. Ben always wanted a smaller dog, and we had been talking about getting Sasha a playmate anyway, so we brought Turk home. Sasha adjusted rather quickly to her new brother. At first, she was very rough with him, but now she's learning to be more gentle, and Turk has learned to hold his own.

More tomorrow on our jobs and future.