After packing three tired, grouchy females into a tiny Volvo sedan my mom, my sister, and I embarked on a life altering journey. After no sleep and a seven hour drive under our belt the moment of truth finally arrived. Looking into the large concrete pen there stood the very last Vizsla gazing back at me with a perplexed stare. My online shopping sprees in hopes of tracking down the perfect Vizsla were over. On October 10, 2009 the dream of picking out a rust colored soul mate became a reality; a reality that would rapidly fade into an unromantic partnership.

To say that Sydney is a stage five clinger is an understatement. His name is most likely listed under nuisance in the dictionary. Whether I’m showering, using the toilet, brushing my teeth, or merely doing homework at my desk my trusty companion is always in tow. Sleeping in and lounging around are a thing of the past. Peace and quiet is no longer an option! The cute antics and spastic perks I once believed were temporary habits have now become permanent aspects of his personality.

Every day begins with Syd and every night ends with Syd. It’s an adventure that cannot be avoided. I am along for the ride and there’s no turning back!!