but then looked like this:
bought our house off the internet without ever having seen it. Okay, we had seen a picture, but we didn't know what it was a picture of. Here it is:
There were no cabinets, no visible exterior doors, no closets, and we had no floor-plan, so we just chalked it up to "we'll figure it out when we get there" (right after saying "What the heck is up with that vent cover?"). Once we realized that it was a disjointed continuation of the kitchen area we said "What the heck is up with that vent cover?" and then promptly paused our entire renovation project. Not because of the vent cover, or because we were exhausted, but mostly because we had been spending money like drunken heiresses and there was no way in the history of ways that we were going to go into debt fixing up a house that we had bought for $27,000 cash. This is also why we have mismatched acoustic ceiling tiles, complete with old water stains from a roof leak, still gracing our entire living room. But I'm getting ahead of myself again.
So we paused our renovation and did what every normal couple would do: we got a dog. Hah! Just kidding. We got three dogs. Three (3!) real, live dogs who eat and poop and chew things. Because we are lunatics. Lunatics who love dogs, with children who had been the most well-behaved, understanding children in the history of offspring, who had been made excited to move to Michigan by the promise of finally getting a dog. But three dogs was a little bit of an accident. What? You've never accidentally brought three dogs home at the same time? You haven't lived!
The whole dog debacle started with Tuff, who is a French man we found on the side of the road. Not really. He's a dog. But he does wear hats a lot. His previous owners were an older couple who had loved him for his first five years but were ready to be snowbirds and didn't want to subject the boy to so much travel. I can't imagine why not....clearly he is quite calm and composed. So we agreed that he would make the perfect first dog for our rambunctious crew and put the matter to rest. For like five minutes, when we decided that Tuff needed a doggy buddy, which turned into two doggy buddies, because our little litter-mates were such a cute pair and would make having a puppy easier. Yes, because having two puppies is easier than having one puppy, haven't you heard? And that's how we got Ranger and Chevy.
In case you've lost count, that's two big girls, two babies in diapers, two brand new puppies, and a five year-old farm dog with a crazy eye in a house with one bathroom and a half-finished kitchen. Because we're lunatics.
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