Never did I think I would own a dog while I was in college. Trying to balance college soccer, academics, traveling, and a social life, I didn’t think there would be time for me to take care of a furry creature. Kuzco, the all black dog is my dog that I rescued from a dumpster in 2016. He was left alone to starve, severely abused, and also had worms. I decided to take him into my arms and it has been the best decision yet. We aren’t sure what he is, but vet has said a mix between an Akita, Shepard, and Border Collie.
My two roommates (also teammates), Alex and Jordan, both also have dogs. The Australian Shepard pictured is Lenard. More likely to be called ‘Lenny Baby.’ The white dog with spots is Alex’s new dog, Rainier, named after a mountain in Washington where me and Alex are both from. No one really knows what Rainier is.
Living with 3 dogs, most people would say is a dream, or must be so much fun. No, actually it’s insane. One day Len might have pink eye, while Rainier is outside chewing on shoes we keep out there, while Kuzco is rolling in poop of another dog. Another day, Rainier and Lenny might be tackling Kuzco while I stand there waiting for a trip to the vet for a broken hip. Most recently, Rainier since he is a puppy, there has been puppy pee puddles throughout the house, so that’s fun. Lenny most recently actually chewed on Jordan’s computer charger (Lenny tends to chew on more expensive items). Kuzco most recently has been chewing and eating whole sticks along with big bugs he kills outside, so at least he’s getting protein.
At the end of the day, were dogs our best decision? Probably not, but at least they all have a million toys between them all which they hate to share, tempur-pedic beds, and water bowls that can’t seem to keep the water inside of them.
Until next time!