Almost a week ago we celebrated Chula’s first birthday. Though a dog’s birthday may not seem to be a momentous occasion, if you’ve read the earlier post on Chula, you’ll realize that in this case it truly was. The fact that she was able to turn one was a huge deal for all of us who love her for the crazy puppy pit-boxer that she is!
She is looking worlds better than she did a few months ago. Chula is now up to the weight that she should be at and looks every bit of it. We found a foster family that has turned into a permanent family for Chula and we are all very happy with the decision made. The family we chose for her (and who in return, chose Chula to join their family!) are absolutely wonderful people who have taken Chula into their homes despite her wild puppy antics (which there are a LOT of). They have a large fenced in back yard for her to play in and a wonderfully bright ten-year-old boy who has completely fallen in love for Chula (and I’m fairly certain she is equally in love with him). This family was also kind enough to let us take Chula out every couple of weekends, so it is truly the best situation we could ask for! Though we were sad to let her go, I truly believe that this is the best decision we could have made for her and she is absolutely in love with her new family!
Despite the fact that every single one of us wanted Chula puppies, we mutually decided that Chula needed to be spayed to prevent what happened to her from happening to one of her puppies. Additionally, after everything she had been through, we weren’t sure that she would be able to handle it. The surgery went very well, but Chula ended up pulling a couple of her stitches out and had to be coned, but not even that could stop this puppy!
With the addition of her new family, Chula is also being spoiled the way every puppy should be! She even got her own swimming pool over the summer (an old sandbox, but she doesn’t seem to mind).
Being as attached to Chula as I am, I wanted to take Chula out for her birthday and ended up getting her for the day last Sunday. We went to the dog park and then to visit my friend, Adam, who was the one that found her and took her from the home where she was being neglected. It was the first time the two had seen each other since we left Chula in the care of her new family. Chula promptly peed herself in excitement, but I would say they were equally glad to see each other. While we were there, Adam and I talked about the change that Chula had undergone and about how she doesn’t seem to be the same dog. She has changed so much from the timid, scrawny thing to an overgrown, energetic puppy who seems to not have a care in the world. I am truly blessed to have had this experience and to have worked with these wonderful friends of mine who made this all possible.
After our visit with Adam and promises to have Chula visit again, I took Chula to Petco to pick out a present. Yes, I realize how incredibly lame it might sound to let a dog pick out their own present, but I am okay with being lame. To be honest, I didn’t think that Chula would actually pick something out, this was just something I wanted to do on a whim. But as she often does, Chula proved me wrong by selecting a long, furry, bright pink dog that had an empty water bottle inside (I assume for the noise factor, it crinkles when she bites down on it). She carried it all the way to the front of the store and kept it with her on the ride back home. Before I left her with her family, I looked to see her sleeping on the couch and I feel like I can honestly say that she loves me too (as well as her new toy).
“If you don’t own a dog, at least one, there is not necessarily anything wrong with you, but there may be something wrong with your life.” ― Roger A. Caras