Paz

Paz is the new member of our little family.

Back story:

If you've heard it already, skip ahead to the non green.

When I was 6 I wanted a dog, badly.

So badly, I copied out the names, descriptions, genres, height and weight of every known dog imagineable. I was OBSESSED!

So you can imagine my parents response to:

CAN WE GET A DOG?!? CAN WE GET A DOG?!? PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!!!!!

Parental revelation to getting out of the poop scooping, grooming and vet check ups?

"Ok Sarah, you can get a dog.... if..... you can prove that you are responsible enough to take care of a smaller pet"

What pet did they choose at the all holy home of glass surrounded puppies and kitties?

A morning dove I named princess. (that's me, my name, yup, Sarah means princess...I was extremely egocentric as a kindergardner.)

Fast forward to 3rd grade...she's still kickin' and healthy as a..bird.

Because I was a bit awkward at making friends, my parents let me bring princess with me to class, which is where Princess met a bird lover in my 3rd grade teacher who adopted her fully into the class room as our mascot of all things "cool". She would go to meetings with princess on her shoulder and always had a few droppings on her somewhere's or others...

THIS is where Paz comes in.

First grade teacher revelation: hmmmm....we teach the solar system with kids running around the room with globes, why don't we teach sex education with birds?

TADA!

Paz.

that means peace.

she named him.

It was Montessorri school, what can I say?

One minor problem/solution to my hippy education, was an entirely different kind of

hippy education.....

Paz..

laid...

eggs.

We have ourselves a fine pair of lesbian doves.

OH, yeah, we got a sex education! Except for the whole mysterious bird vent system.. google it.

...and I kid you not...they would do it night and day. In the cage, out of the cage, on a table, in the air, all possibilities are open for youthful, happy, healthy lady birds.

After that awakening education to the class, Paz and Princess came home.

In college...yup...still alive... I decided they should live with me because they could die at any moment and I needed to be there emotional for them in that momentous occasion. Did they? Nope. But I'm pretty sure princess had a stroke one night in the fall of 2003, when I heard a little but sturdy thump in the dead of night...1 second, 2 seconds, 3 seconds.....and then the slight shaky pitter patter of uneven little birds feet. Princess didn't walk quite the same after that.

Fast forward to Thanksgiving 2007.

Yup. She finally kicked the bucket. After 1998-2007 R.I.P. my darling Princess.

Which leaves forgotten about Paz. Like many college aged young ladies with adventures to go and get done, I left her on my parents, deciding I was unable in my chaotic, crazy youth to watch over a small tiny bird that sits in a cage. I know, I'm lame.

Which brings us to now!

Paz is our official first pet as a married couple.

I always thought...dude, I'm NEVER going to be one of those lame couples who practice having babies by purchasing a pet...but I have incredible news....

Rodolfo is FINALLY in love with a small animal! It's a miracle! (He hates dogs, it's his thing, kind of like hating cheese...which both also happen to be the two things I've always obsessed the most about! Coincidence? Or some form of sick personal psychological torture? Perhaps!)

So, for the next two months we will fulfill our suburbanite household requirements

4 bed 2 baths, check

pet, check

patio set, check

What will happen next?