While I haven’t previously formally announced it, we adopted a rescue pup the Saturday after Thanksgiving.
You might be wondering why we chose to do that. Yes, Jack is fine and still kickin’ it at 10.5 yrs old. But when you ask your husband a question like this:
“Are you SURE we are done having kids?”
You get an answer like this:
“Hell yes we’re done! If you want another baby, go get a dog instead.”
So then when you start searching local rescue groups and meet a few pups, you end up bringing one home.
And then you have to name said pup.
And you want to use a girl name you loved but could never use on a human child since it would be obnoxiously-rhymey when paired with your last name and cause collective eye rolls everywhere.
And then your husband goes and gets a truly girly idea and is surprised at the reaction.
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Craig: OK, so we need to come up with a different story about how we named Tessa Belle.
Me: We do?
Craig: Yes.
Me: Why? How could we need to change the story of how we named the dog?
Craig: Because every time I’ve told someone our new pup is named ‘Tessa Belle’, they say, “Awww! The girls chose a really cute name for her!”
Me: And that surprises you? No man would say we needed to change a dog’s name from “Tess” to “Tessa BELLE”.
Craig: But I figured this way you could fit her into your blog without changing its name. Cuz now you have 2 Belles, a Bean and a Chicago Dog.
Me: You seriously were thinking about my blog when you chose that name?
Craig: Yes.
Me: Wow. I just…wow.
{pause}
Me: That’s pretty cute of you.
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