KEVIN!

Before I really get into this post I want to give you a little background on my love for dogs. Well to be frank....I LOVE THEM! I've wanted one my whole life and unfortunately my parents would never let me have one for the entire 18 years I've been alive. Well that was never good enough for me. I prayed for a dog for years, Every birthday wish? "Please let me get a dog!" Every shooting star? "Please let me get a dog!" It's 11:11? (twice a day) "I wish my parents would let me get a dog" all to no avail. 18 years went by and every Christmas and Birthday I was disappointed. I never gave up hope. I came up with ingenious schemes to somehow keep a dog in my room without anyone knowing but unfortunately they all fell through. I wouldn't give up. So late August comes around and I see a glorious Facebook status that once again lit the fire of hope in my heart. "Does anyone want a free puppy?" I didn't even ask my parents because I knew that if I ever wanted a dog that I had to take matters into my own hands. Plan Kevin was put in motion.

The Plan:

After speaking with the person who was giving away the puppies it was decided that I could have a free puppy (decided between the two of us, my parents remained oblivious) I would be able to go and pick whichever pup I wanted. I had already decided on a name; Kevin. It was the perfect name for my dog. Have you ever seen The Proposal with Sandra Bullock and Ryan Reynolds? That was when I first heard of that name for a dog and at that moment it seemed so wrong to have Kevin be a human name at all. It was obviously such a perfect name for a dog. I decided then (a year before I would even actually get Kevin) that Kevin was to be his name. So I was able to go and see all of the puppies. As it turned out they were a mix of two of my favorite breeds German Shepard and Black Lab, but only 3 of the puppies had the markings of a German Shepard, I picked the male Shepard looking puppy out and it was all settled. The puppies would be able to go home in mid-September.

Kevin the first time I saw him at 6 wks

It was perfect timing. You see my parents were set to go on a week long cruise September 19th (MID SEPTEMBER!!) I would bring Kevin home while they were gone and let all of my siblings fall in love with him (it couldn't be helped he was just that adorable) and then when my parents came home it would be 5 against 2 and they'd have the choice of breaking our hearts or keeping the dog. I was confident they weren't that heartless. Well I began preparing for a dog, buying things he would need. I got his dog tags and his collar. I was so excited. Then on September 10th I get a message from my wish granter saying that Kevin can go home that very same day! It was 2 weeks earlier than I planned on and I panicked. I was so excited that the wait was over but I couldn't just walk in with a puppy. I called my mom and told her the whole story. I begged to be able to keep him and she wasn't too happy. She said no, but I wasn't going to let all this hard work and planning fall through yet AGAIN! I called my dad. I told him the story and begged him. He said no. I begged some more. My siblings joined in (they all knew already) He told us he'd talk to my mom. Long story short they said Kevin could live with us on probation. If he was a terrible dog we'd have to give him away. Well anyone who's had a puppy knows they're pretty terrible. They chew things, they pee all over and they bite. Kevin didn't fall short of those expectations. He whined all night for three days, he pooped and peed on the floor (even on the carpet a few times) he bit through a 2 leashes and a collar, he found his bark and wouldn't stop utilizing it, he bit everyones hands and ripped people's shirts, he knocked children over. He was pretty terrible there for a while. We were all a bit worried my dad would drag him to the pound. Luckily everyone pretty much loves him though. My dad isn't a huge fan but he'll pet him sometimes. My mom is secretly in love with him, she's always worried about him and fretting about how much he eats or if he's been outside for too long. I love him. He is the most handsome little dog (well not so little anymore I guess) Oh Kevin. Soo cuute.