Well, there you have it, folks.

Christmas is officially over.

Never mind the fact the tree has been down for well over a week and the traditional Hovie candy canes (ceremoniously handed out on Christmas Eve by Gma and Gpa Hovie with strict instructions to ‘suck and think of the fam’ on the 12th day of Christmas) have been sucked.

It’s over because this is my final cup of Trader Joe’s Candy Cane tea.

I’m moving on.

Today is a big day!

Want to know why?

Well, because this little girl is eight years old today.

Doesn’t she look excited?

(She’s actually resting up for her birthday treat. She knows there is a trip to Dairy Queen in the near future.)

So Quinn is turning the big 0-8, but we’ve only had her since she was three.

Want to know a not-so-secret secret?

I never wanted a dog.

Never been a dog person.

  • they require a lot of attention
  • they are messy
  • they smell
  • they are expensive

(And yes, I am well aware this list could also apply to kids, and we had three of them.)

Truth be told, I just could not envision myself loving a dog.

Dogs were too…well…too doggy.

So the fact that we have one is more than a bit surprising.

Our dogless lives changed about 5 years ago, when our son Logan called (called…not texted…and if you knew Logan, you’d know this was already a big deal) from school and asked us if we wanted a dog.

Rather brave of him.

“Sarah’s dog Quinn needs a home.”

Sarah was (and still is) Logan’s girlfriend. Her parents passed away within a few years of each other, and Quinn needed a home. 

When the hubby found out Quinn was a golden retriever, his face lit up.


A golden just so happened to be his dog of choice (as I knew from our talks about why getting a dog was not a good idea).

He looked at me, unsuccessfully concealing his smile. 

In that moment, I knew. 

We were getting a dog. 

A month later, I met Quinn.

I feigned interest and excitement for our new family member. I knelt down and awkwardly scratched her behind the ears. Quinn demonstrated her appreciation by knocking me over. Her nose was in overdrive, sniffing us and everything around us. She just couldn’t keep still. Her leash tangled around our legs.

We had at least a week’s worth of food, heartworm medication (to be taken once a month on the 5th), tick and flea medication (to be taken once a month, also on the 5th), ear medication (to be applied twice a week), ear rinse (to be applied five times a week), and a Greenie to be given each night (because who wanted a dog with bad breath?).

You bet I was overwhelmed.

But yet here we are, almost 5 years later.

Want to see a picture of my sweet little Quinnie dog?

I may have a few to share with you.

You get the idea. I have more pictures of her than I do of my kids.

And we definitely spoil her more than the kids.

She gets homemade doggie treats.

Want to know why?

She is the best dog ever.

Really. I assure you, I have never said that about any other dog.

She loves to go for car rides (even when it means spending days in the car).

She loves going for walks (unless, of course, she doesn’t feel like going for a walk).

She loves her humans (and insists on being with us. All. The. Time).

She loves other humans (but has no interest in other animals…except for maybe squirrels.)

She loves cuddle time (and has somehow managed to make herself welcome on the bed on Saturday mornings or when there is a bad storm at night).

She loves her stuffed animals and gently carries them with her all over the house. And yard.

She loves sitting on laps (all 75 pounds of her).

And she is the queen of forehead time. And if you don’t know what forehead time is, you really should go get a dog.

Because forehead time is everything.

4 thoughts on “Quinn

  1. What a good girl! Both of you, I mean. Quinn for being a good companion and you for instantly opening your heart to this beautiful friend. I was never a dog person either; I was actually afraid of them. My girlfriend’s late dog changed my thinking and now thanks to lots of other dogs I have met, I feel a lot differently about them. I bet Quinn is a great companion and I love that she gets bone shaped biscuits to enjoy while she is snuggling with her babies. What a great post for first thing in the AM. Thank you!

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    1. Haha! Well she is a good girl! Funny…that’s what we always ask her…”Who’s a good girl?”

      And I totally understand. I was never a dog person. They drooled. They shed. They barked. They pooped.

      And then there was Quinn. Next thing you know I am giving her kisses and nestling my nose in her fur. Yep. Don’t know what happened there.


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