This week is supposed to be wedding week. And I think we're going to be able to make it happen. My photographer (aka my brother-in-law), is amazing and will be turning around some pictures from the wedding that I can show you this week. Look for that starting tomorrow!
And now, on a completely unrelated note: you know when life throws you a curve ball and you just run with it? Our "little" curve ball's name is Twiggy. Twiggle-stein. Twiggle-heimer-hoff. Twiggy is a 3-year old American Pit Bull Terrier. She is the most gentle, kind, and well-mannered dog... and anything but little.
Twiggy was Daniel's brother Ian's dog. Ian rescued her a couple years ago from a shelter in California. When he moved to Idaho a few weeks ago, he and his fiancè weren't able to take Twiggy to their new apartment because Twiggy is a "pit bull." They searched and searched for a place in town that would allow renters to have larger dogs, and none permitted it. Ian was forced to find Twiggy a new home. He found her a home in Eastern Idaho, and two weeks ago he drove her out to meet her new owners. The owners seemed so reliable, responsible, loving, caring, and genuine. They claimed to have the large yard, the companion boxer dog friend, and children—it appeared to be the perfect situation. It broke Ian's heart to have to give her up.
We thought all was well and that Twiggy was happy in her new home, until Thursday when Ian received a text that Twiggy was still very shy, wouldn't warm up to anyone, and that she had run away twice. Her new owners didn't want her anymore. Ian drove out the next day to pick her up, but the family refused to let him meet them at their home. When he arrived at their pick-up location, they returned the kennel (which was broken and dented—from what we can only imagine as being kicked), her completely empty food bin, and Twiggy, who was now underweight, lethargic, and terribly skittish. They didn't return any of the leashes, toys, or items Ian had given them. He realized what a desperate and abusive situation Twiggy had been in, and that these people weren't the people they promised to be at all.
Ian didn't know what to do. He knew he needed to find her a new home—and fast—because she had been staying with us in the meantime. He was terrified to try to find a new family, and all the people who expressed interest in adopting her weren't going to be able to give her the amenities she needed.
We had a big family talk on Saturday. Something needed to be done. Twiggy needed a home where her owners would love and provide for her, and a home where she was also able to warm up to and love her owners. It didn't take long for us all to realize that Twiggy was going to be adopted—by me and Daniel. She already knows us. She already listens to us. We know all her little details. We love her.
So this weekend, Daniel and I added Twiggy to our tiny & new family. Twiggy and her whip tail. Twiggy and her glass-blue eyes. Twiggy and her sweet, sweet demeanor. Twiggy... our little curve ball who we are embracing with open arms & all the love in our hearts.