Rollercoaster . . .

Rollercoaster . . .

I have definitely been on a rollercoaster of emotions this week, which I have to admit is very exhausting.

Yesterday, although my day did not start with a phone call from Jason, nor ended with a phone call from him . . . well, it went okay . . . until sleep completely escaped me.

The highlights of my day yesterday, day four of Jason being gone . . .

A phone call from my mom and my older brother Bill, as well as an overdue much-needed run with my best little buddy, my puppy Lucy.

I had a ton of copy editing I had to accomplish for one of the newspapers I work for in Arizona, which kept me extremely busy.

A phone call from my mom prompted an escape from my computer. She knows me well and knows what will help.


Almost every single day since Monday, my mom has made it a point to call and check up on me. I look forward to that friendly phone call, even if there is not anything new to share. There’s a huge comfort that comes with just hearing her voice.

So, after she told me to go for a run, I listened. I threw on my running clothes and put Lucy’s collar on and we headed to our old stomping grounds. Thankfully that portion of the Greenbelt that we enjoy using was open.

It was however a muddy mess with portions of the path still underwater. Yesterday I just didn’t care . . . I needed that run more than anything.

Although the music was streaming through my headphones, I couldn’t tell you what I was listening to during that 3 mile run. My thoughts were jetting in every possible direction. That was exactly the therapy I needed. Sometimes you don’t fully know everything you’re holding in until you are faced with open space and a route you want to complete.

As Lucy and I embraced the 70 degree temperatures and occasional rays of sunshine, our speed was not fast, but consistent until my body told me no more.

I felt good when we called it quits. I was proud of myself for making it to the Greenbelt to go for a run.

Here are a few pictures from yesterday . . .

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20150312_170143 editI was on a runner’s high after we returned home. It stayed with me for quite a few hours. I was excited that my meal, a recipe I found on Pinterest, tasted great. A mixture of hard-boiled eggs, avocado, onion, Greek yogurt, lemon juice and pepper on multi-grain bread topped with a tomato. It was delicious.

With a full belly, it was back to my desk to finish the copy editing I put on hold. This is when I received a surprise phone call from my older brother. I absolutely love hearing from him. No matter how many miles separate us, he’s always there for me, always looking out for me, always making sure I am okay. There’s truly nothing greater than a love from an older brother. His understanding voice, his open ears, lifted my spirits enabling me to finish my work for the night.

I watched a few television shows before heading to bed. I have to admit I was really looking forward to my phone ringing once more. The phone call never came.

I ended up falling asleep, waking to a text from Jason. A text message I never answered.

Last night I only managed to get a few hours of sleep. I thought for sure with exercising and, well, being exhausted from the week’s events would bring on the sleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

Unfortunately I was terribly let down . . .

I wish Jason was here besides me, or I was already there besides him. I sleep so much better when I know he is laying besides me or in the same house.

My strength is there, although not as strong as I need it to be at times. My smile comes and goes as the tears take its place, still at the most random times.

This experience, although is still in the beginning stages has proven to be difficult, but not unmanageable.

I am beyond grateful I have Lucy, my sweet, affectionate, cuddly, beautiful puppy. There is truly no better companion than that of a dog.

Lucy makes me laugh, keeping my spirits high.

She gives me the comfort I need throughout the day and even while we are sleeping.

Ever since Monday, Lucy snuggles even closer to me in bed. Her body is curled up against mine at all times, never straying away. This comforts me in a way I cannot explain.

Today she has not left my side. She’s been asleep in my lap while I work at my desk, occasionally looking at me with those puppy eyes. I can feel her telling me it’s okay.

Every day is a new challenge. Every day I am faced with new and old emotions. Every day I pray that our time a part is almost over.

I love being independent, but I love having Jason here with me. I love sharing my life with him in the same space without hundreds of miles separating us.


I only hope that the strength I know I have stays consistant from here on out. I need more of my good days that are filled with high spirits. Those feelings, those emotions, will make the time a part easier to handle . . .


A week ago today, my life changed.

I was still asleep when Jason came upstairs into our bedroom and said “Meghan,” which scared me awake. I was in a really deep sleep. He said come on I need your help. I got out of bed, got dressed and walked outside. I was greeted by two adorable little puppies eager to have human attention.

Jason said when he went outside, he started talking to our neighbor, when two puppies came walking from around the back of the building. These two puppies, one female and one male, still had their collars on. They were shaking and looked very scared. My heart instantly broke. These two little puppies were lost. I picked them up and embraced them, trying to get the shaking to stop. After a few minutes, I went back inside and got my shoes, so we could take them up the hill and try to find its owners.

You see, our place is kind of isolated on top of a hill. Our driveway is pretty steep, an incline from the bottom to the top. From our place there is another hill up where there are more houses.

Jason picked up one of the puppies and I picked up the other and we were on our way to hopefully find the owners. We started our climb up the little hill with puppies in tow, both still shaking. That morning it was kind of cold, but I’m almost certain their poor little nerves were also causing the shakes.

Jason went to a about a half a dozen doors, knocking and asking if the puppies were theirs. Unfortunately, door after door, we received the same answer, no, we have never seen them. One gentleman said no one on the street had any dogs.

Our hearts heavy, we walked back to our place and brought the puppies inside to get them out of the cold weather.

I sat on the floor in the kitchen and both puppies snuggled in my lap. They almost instantly fell asleep. These poor things were worn out. We had no idea how much traveling they did, or how long they have been outside.

As I sat on the floor, the puppies began to stop shaking, as they were snuggled up against each other.

Jason called our landlord to let her know about the puppies because she only allows cats inside her building. She also is a huge animal lover. Vickie often times stops while driving when she sees an animal on the side of the road and helps bring it to safety. She also has many animals at home that she has rescued. So we figured, why not give her a call, let her know of the situation and ask if she had any numbers to rescue groups.

Jason called both of the rescue groups. One of them called back. Since the puppies found us, this woman told us we have to exhaust all of our options before she can pick them up, foster them, and find a forever home for them.

At this point, Jason was pressed for time. He had to leave for work shortly. I also had a full day of work that I had to get accomplished to meet all my deadlines. We were stumped. What were we going to do with these precious puppies? We guessed they were only about three months old.

After me freaking out a little bit, Jason and I decided to take the puppies up to the shelter because we heard it was a no kill shelter. We put both puppies in Jason’s car and went up the street. As I followed him in my car, since he had to go straight to work afterwards, I started to cry. Tears began to fill my eyes as I fought them back, so I could see where I was driving. My gutt was telling me this wasn’t a good idea. Jason too had the same feelings.

We pulled into the parking lot and Jason went to find someone to talk to about the puppies. I went to his car and tried to calm the puppies down again. As he walked back to the parking lot, I saw it in his face. His look told me he was not comfortable about the situation. The workers at the shelter were rude, outside smoking, and weren’t interested in what he had to say. We went to the front door and a woman came out, gave Jason a clipboard with a piece of paper that he had to fill out. This woman took one of the puppies and started to pet and kiss it while Jason started to fill out the form. He got to a certain point, stopped and asked if it was a no kill shelter. She said low kill. We then found out most of the dogs inside were sick. Jason pulled the piece of paper off the clipboard and said, sorry, I can’t leave them here. She of course said she understood. I gave her my business card with all my contact information and Jason wrote on the area of where the puppies were found. I asked her to call me if anyone called the shelter looking for the puppies. She also said she would let the neighboring shelter know of the puppies as well.

So, now I had two puppies on my hands and Jason had to go to work.

We put both of the puppies in my car. I gave Jason a hug, which was such an incredible embrace. He told me he was sorry and we will figure something out. He kissed my neck as we said I love you. I will never forget that embrace. It was exactly what I needed to calm down.

I got in the car, backed up as Jason and I said goodbye one last time.

Once the puppies and I arrived back at home, both of them had become sick in the car. So, I cleaned up their mess as best as I could, gave them another chance to go to the bathroom and took them inside.

My heart was so heavy. I felt incredibly sad for these puppies who had clearly been through a lot. I got a towel out of the closet, laid it on the floor of my office and closed the door. I wanted to give our kitties free range of our home, since they were not too excited to have two puppy visitors.

I sat down at the computer as they cuddled up with each other on the blanket and instantly fell asleep. I called the local newspaper and put an ad in the paper. The ad, she told me would run for three days.

I also posted an ad on Craigslist.

I checked everything off my list that I had to do to get the word out that these two sweet, innocent puppies were found.

When Jason got home later that night he had a plan in place. His boss said he was more than happy to take the puppies in until we found the owners. You see, I had a full day of interviews on Wednesday and Jason had to work as well. I didn’t want to leave the puppies at our house with no kennel to put them in while we were away. We didn’t want to upset our cats as well.

So, Jason came home, got changed out of his work clothes and we were headed out the door again. I laid the towel on my lap and then both dogs, as Jason drove us to his bosses house. The female curled up on my lap as the male stood over her with his nose in my neck as I calmed the poor thing down. This is how it stayed for almost the entire way to their temporary home.

As we walked through the door of Chris’s house, my heavy heart started to feel a little better. Chris and his family instantly became excited about these puppies and showed them so much affection. I knew we put them in good hands while we waited to hear something from its owners.

As Jason and I drove back home, my arms felt empty and my heart became heavy again.

Jason found the dogs before 10:30 that morning . . . it was after 9 p.m. and we had not heard from anyone looking for these puppies.

The next morning we both went about our day, with my mind completely scattered as I thought about these puppies. When Jason came home, he said he found two homes for the puppies if the owner did not contact us.

Thursday came and went with no calls of someone missing their puppy. I did receive one call from Craigslist, but they were looking to purchase the puppies.

By this point, my thoughts turned negative. These poor puppies were dumped. How could someone drop off these poor things? It made me furious. Jason kept trying to calm me down. I cannot believe someone would be that evil. I don’t care if you can’t take care of these sweet puppies, do not drop them off. If it wasn’t for Jason taking them in under our wing, God only knows what would have happened to these poor things.

By Thursday, I wanted to adopt one. I wanted to bring one home and give it a life it deserves. I felt like I had to do something more than putting ads in the paper and finding them homes. I wanted a puppy. I wanted to save this poor innocent life that apparently was not wanted anymore.

So Jason told me if I could convince our landlord of having a puppy and talk to our neighbor to make sure she didn’t mind, I could have a puppy. So I called Vickie and told her what I hoped to do. She said she would have to talk to our neighbors and see if they were okay with it and she would let me know. She said she was fine with us having the puppy, as long as we followed a few of her rules, all of which we would do anyway.

On Friday, we both went about our day. Jason went to work and I finished the last couple of articles that were due. We began talking about dinner and made a list for the store of items we needed.

With the weather warm again, Jason decided to use the grill for dinner.

Jason put chicken and a few veggies on the grill, as I started the rice and the biscuits inside. Once the food was done cooking, Jason cleared off our TV tray, put a candle on it and turned off the living room light as we put our meal on the table. This completely blew me away. Really, a candle lit dinner? I have such a sweet man. Jason had planned an incredibly sweet romantic dinner for us. We also turned on some music and began eating.

That’s when the text came through  . . .

The emotions that ran through me as I read that text, immediately showed. I couldn’t contain the excitement. Our landlord said we can bring a puppy home. Jason immediately sent a text to Chris asking if we could stop by and pick up the little female puppy.

Well, our romantic, incredibly sweet dinner came to a stop. I couldn’t control my excitement. We were out the door on our way to bring a puppy home.

IMG_1491Meet Lucy. She is the newest member of our crazy little family. I can’t even put into words how much joy this little puppy has brought into my life since last week. She has such a sweet temperament and is completely mellow.

IMG_1490She absolutely loves to play outside. As soon as a leaf starts to roll, she goes running trying to catch it.


IMG_1500It feels incredible to have a dog once again. It’s been many years, since I have lived with one. Lucy has made me think a lot about Samson, the family golden retriever that touched all of our lives.

I am so glad we were able to give this precious, kind-hearted puppy a home. Lucy has enriched my life in so many ways and we have only had her a few days.

The good news is her sibling, the male puppy, will soon go to its permanent home soon too. Until then, he is being loved by Chris and his family.