I’ll give you a short recap of the previous blog. GG and I moved in with K, who I was in a exclusive relationship with. We were trying to find common ground, or maybe I should say, compromise. We were going out on weekends and GG was left at home alone. I felt guilty, because she wasn’t my first priority and I had yet to find the balance between her and the relationship. I thought getting another dog for company might help; at least then she would have company. I would bring up another dog, and K would shoot the idea down. I was excited when I asked and finally got an okay. We went to PetSmart to look at their dogs. There were some cuties, but after hearing that they dealt with puppy mills, I thought we should go to the Puppy Barn. Many years ago, I got a golden retriever from them, and my experience was good. The Puppy Barn had all kinds of puppies, and I knew I wanted a king Charles or another Shih Tzu, and preferably a female.
However, I figured I’d let K pick the dog, just because it was her first experience buying a dog, and I figured she’d be more involved and invested if she thought mentally that this was her own dog. I had no problem with that, I just wanted company for GG; those sad eyes of hers were killing me. Puppy Barn, here we come. The first dog she picked was a boy, who was lovable and loved to lick you. We named him Rudy because he seemed like a lover. Rudy had a cold, so the attendant at the Puppy Barn told us to let them have a doctor look at him and to come back on Monday. We were on our way to Atlantic City for the day, so Monday was good for us. The ride to Atlantic City was full of excitement, it was Rudy this and Rudy that. I didn’t realize that all of the excitement was coming from me. I should have known it was too good to be true, and it was. K had all kinds of doubts. The trip to Atlantic City was no longer a fun trip, and by the time we got back home, Rudy was no longer a reality.
As the days passed, we were tense with each other and I only paid attention to GG, which K hates. I’ll be honest, right now K was and still is jealous of GG and it was obvious to me. Finally, about a week later, she agreed to get Rudy and bring him home. The ride to Puppy Barn once again was full of excitement, and this time I made sure it wasn’t just me. When we got to the Puppy Barn and inquired about Rudy, we were told that he had been sold. I could have cried. K saw how upset I was, and suggested we look for another puppy. I let K take the lead, walking around and holding puppies. She seemed to melt with each puppy she held. We walked around twice, looking and holding. I was still going to let her pick the puppy and name him/her. We kept coming back to a stall that had Shih Tzu’s in it. There must have been about 6 puppies all playing together, with one curled up by himself in the corner. K picked him up and he started licking and K was in love. The puppy was a boy, but it was her choice. The Puppy Barn checked him out and gave us our going home package and instructions. We had a new addition to our home.
He was cute and fluffy and seemed to curl right up in my arms for the drive home. I’m bad with time, but I’d say that GG was about 6 years old now. I couldn’t wait for her to see her little brother. Our little family was complete in my eyes. We were two gay women, with two dogs and a house; no white picket fence, but we had a patio. We finally got home, and I carried him into the house. GG was on the bed, so I took him over to her to introduce him to her and she looked at him and moved far away from him. I was like, “Okay, let’s all sit together and name him,” but she stayed away. K decided that his name would be Mason. When we looked at him closely, we noticed his eyes were crossed. Maybe all of this was a sign of something not good. What was worse than his crossed eyes, was the fact GG refused to acknowledge him at all. Mason would try to snuggle up to her, and she’d move away from him. What did I do? This was just the beginning of the story of Mason, the dog from hell. Have a safe week.