Wednesday, May 17, 2017


It's about time I told you about Rosemary Leigh Welch, the little lady that changed my life.

photo by James Hoyt
I've been pretty open about the fact that I moved into my first apartment recently, and I knew when I started planning my move that I wanted to adopt a dog soon after. I knew I wanted to adopt, and since I'd be living in an apartment, I'd need a smaller dog who could be happy without a big fenced-in yard to play in; beyond that, I wasn't picky about what kind of dog.

I applied with a local shelter called LL Dog Rescue because my mom grew up with one of their team members, and my family actually adopted a dog from them when I was a kid. They are an awesome shelter and really care about getting their dogs into the right home! I went to one of their adoption events but none of the dogs there were a good fit for the apartment lifestyle, so I just kept an eye on their Facebook page.

A week or two later, I got a surprising call. The shelter had just had a litter of Chihuahua mix puppies come available, and they thought that although I was planning on adopting an adult dog and not a puppy, one of these puppies might be "the one." After quite a bit of research, I decided that I could handle the work of raising a puppy, even if it wasn't what I'd planned for myself, and I went to visit them.

I watched them tumble out of their crate and cuddled each one. Although I would have been happy adopting any of them, I didn't get the butterflies in my stomach that I thought I'd feel when I met my dog. Then, their foster mother told me that their mom was also up for adoption and that she had the perfect temperament for apartment life. She went to go get the mama and when she walked in, I started BAWLING because I knew she was the dog for me.

Rosie and I on the day we met
Two weeks later, I brought my Rosie home. I chose the first name Rosemary because in my family, we name our dogs after spices (we have had a Nutmeg and a Cinnamon,) and the middle name Leigh for no good reason, I just think they sound nice together :) Although any pet adoption will be rough, and ours has had its challenges, our transition has gone really smoothly. Rosie is what they call a "turnkey" dog--she is housetrained with no destructive behaviors (at least so far.) I had trouble getting her to eat at first (this is fairly common when bringing home a new dog since it is such a big transition for them,) but we are on a pretty regular schedule now.

The day I brought Rosie home!
Here is what I know about Rosie Leigh so far:

Rosie is about 3 years old and around 10 pounds. She is a Chihuahua mix, but we don't really know what she's mixed with.

On January 20, 2017, someone put her and her five newborn puppies in a cardboard box, taped it up, and left it outside a dumpster at an apartment complex in southwestern Kansas while it was sleeting and snowing outside. She was able to keep her puppies warm until someone found them, and all five pups survived. She and the pups were moved to a foster home in Kansas City and were made available for adoption once the puppies were weaned. I can't believe someone would do that to such a precious, well-behaved dog, but I am so glad that this path brought her into my life.


  • Giving kisses. I don't know if it's her maternal instincts and she's trying to keep me clean, or if that's just how she shows affection, but she is a real licker!
  • Perching. She loves to perch on top of a pillow or a couch cushion like a little princess, looking over my shoulder or out the window.
  • Running home as fast as she can after our walks.
  • Snuggling with me and anyone else who comes into my home; she loves her aunties (my sister and my friends who have visited her) and grandma!

  • Dogs. Rosie is not a dog person. We are working on socializing her with other dogs, but if we see a new dog on our walks, she still freezes up and gets pretty nervous, especially if the dog is big.
  • Toys. She hasn't been interested in any toys or treats I've tried to give her! 
  • Kibble. Rosie won't touch her food unless I mix a little chicken stock in it...I guess she just has a refined palate.
  • Bathtime. Girlfriend HATES being wet!

Rosie after bathtime. She was...not impressed.
Nicknames: Rose, Rosie Posie, Wild Irish Rose, Rosie Sweetums III, sweetums, my buddy, peanut, sister, little lady, girlfriend, honey bun, Honey Bunchkins. (Don't judge me by the weird things I call my dog!)

The last thing I know is that Rosie is one of the best things that's ever happened to me. It is so special to have something to come home to, and to know that my job is to make her as happy as I can for the rest of her life. This little pup has brought so much joy to me and I can't wait to live life with her from here on out :)

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