My Life Has Become a Reverse Country Song

Rogue

I got my woman back and I got a dog, nothing about a pickup truck though. Of course these are the cliche phrases of country music, but as someone who loves a little Garth Brooks or Tim McGraw, I know there is more to the genre than that. Wow! I can't believe it has been more than a month since I've posted anything. I wish I could say it's because I've been going on amazing trips and seeing more sites than ever before. However, it's pretty much the opposite. So here's a quick (at least as quick as I can make it recap of the last month or so).

Jenn and I are back together. Even though I wrote an article about how I didn't think we needed each other to continue the adventuring lifestyle, the truth is that I want her in my life to continue it. I traveled and had a good time without her, but when I look at things objectively the times with her were much better. That's all I'm going to say about it. We're moving on with our lives together.

The majority of my wandering for the last few weeks centered around finding my new best buddy (pictured above). We went to so many animal shelters for two weeks. It started as a hunt for a dog for Jenn. She wanted one to hike with. She found one that she absolutely fell in love with, but she was a on hold at the shelter to be checked out medically. In a strange twist a friend offered her a pomeranian. Without knowing much about how big poms get she agreed to take a look. In the end she couldn't turn down bringing it home. Later that afternoon she got a call about the dog she had wanted from the shelter. She considered going from zero dogs to two dogs in the span of 24 hours, but in the end I think she thought better of it. Instead of a big hiking/protection dog, she now has a diva pom.

After looking at all the animals with her, I decided I needed a pup of my own. I had one in mind from the Humane society that would have been perfect because I wasn't looking for anything too big. Sadly, little Tank got adopted before I could come back to do it myself. After at least 7 trips to different shelters and animal control, Gideon had exactly the temperament I was looking for, so I knew I needed to get him. He is much bigger than I ever expected a dog I would get would be. He's a Staffordshire mix (a form of pitbull), which is another thing I said I didn't want. But in the end I just couldn't look into those gray eyes of his and not take a chance on adopting him.

So that's it! That's what I've been doing for a month. Trying to wander my way through relationship issues and becoming Rogue's (yeah, I changed his name) human. Sure it may not seem as exciting as spontaneously packing up and taking off for whichever way the wind blows, but it follows the same concept as everything else in my life.

I wandered my way into it and I'm happy I did.