Mon 11 Mar 2013
A year ago last Monday, Kimberly and I adopted young Baozi (包子), our German Shepherd mix1 puppy. “Baozi,” pronounced “Bow-dzuh,” means “little stuffed bun” in Mandarin. As you can see below, she certainly was a little dim sum when got her at about 3 months old. Now, at 1 year & 3 months, “giant stuffed bun” would be more appropriate. We could have expected that change, but there were a lot of things we didn’t expect…

3 months old
for this & more pics, see my “Year of Baozi” album
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I had expected a month or so of pure chaos and plenty of joy, but that isn’t what happened.
For starters, the total chaos never happened. I thought the first few weeks would be a whole lot of cuteness – but also like a puppy bomb exploded in our house: there would be poop and destruction left, right, and center. It never happened. Sure, there was a total rearrangement of our schedule, but it felt surprisingly manageable. And she really didn’t destroy much.2
Having a puppy was simply awesome as far as I was concerned! SO. MUCH. CUTE. I was sooo happy! SO. FASCINATING. Then, a month or so in, I found Kimberly angry and upset with “everything” & I couldn’t understand why. She explained all that was wrong & I tried to convince her otherwise, but in doing so I realized she was right, actually. My life had become a mess, without me noticing.


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Unexpected Proposal-Cam! (courtesy of Hannah Tries)


