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I Adopted a Stolen Dog. Seriously.

I’m sitting here, on April 4th, and it’s snowing. I’d just like to document that. Other winters, that wouldn’t a big deal, but when winter decides to show up in April, I’m taking note. As are the local farmers, who aren’t thrilled.

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A few weeks back I mentioned I had a doozy of a story about Otis – here it is!

Meet Otis

I was having my Red Letter Day because Carmel has posted my kitchen to her blog, buuuut TimTheFarmer wasn’t responding to my excited texts. What the heck?! Then, I got a call from my FIL who was helping out at the farm and said, “Katie, I’m here at the farm and we’ve got a bit of a situation.” I braced myself for the news that TimTheFarmer was hurt or that there’d been a confrontation with a poacher. You worry about poachers too, right? It turned out to be far crazier than I ever could have imagined.

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Bob went on to tell me that Otis had run away and they’d spent the last couple hours looking for him. Someone on the street stopped them and told them that a policeman had been called to pick up a wandering dog. Unfortunately Otis didn’t have his name tag on (we’d ordered it, but it didn’t fit on his collar). Tim called the local police who had Otis who asked where he was – the policeman would come to him. 

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When he pulled up, Otis wasn’t with him. TimTheFarmer figured he was in for an off-leash violation. The cop started questioning Tim about where he got the dog. He explained that I’d found him at a NYC adoption event and he’d gone down to Petco in Brooklyn the next weekend to pick him up as an early Christmas present for the kiddo. As Tim told the story, the cop looked more and more confused. He then explained that Otis’ microchip says he’s a stolen dog from Queens, whose name is Christopher (the name we adopted him under). Ummmm…come again??!

The cop went on to explain that he’d called the owner and that her reaction wasn’t the overjoyed relief he expected, but that she would come up and get him this weekend. He thought the whole thing seemed a bit odd and suggested we call her to try to sort this out. 

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This is where I come in. Bob called me and recounted this whole story. I was livid and scared and really, really confused. After last year, which wasn’t the easiest, the last thing we needed was to lose a dog who had immediately become family, who slept with the kiddo every night, and who spent days exploring the farm with TimTheFarmer. How on Earth did this happen?! Bob said that he thought we had a chance of keeping him and that I should call her immediately to see what I could do. In my head he said, “Do your Katie magic,” but that totally could have only been in my head. When I asked him where Otis was and if we could at least keep him until Saturday, he said something I’ll never forget: “Katie, as of right now, Otis is no longer your dog. You have no right to him.” My heart broke for our family, and for Otis, who was back in a shelter.

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I set out on a mission to get him back and to get answers. Despite the agency being a friend’s agency, I had every intention of getting the press on this national agency who was dealing in stolen dogs and figured I would be on The Today Show before the end of the week. I’d be interviewed by Natalie, because she’s a mom and just enough of a hard-ass to tell this story and get our dog back. Yes, that’s how my brain works.

But before I issued my press release, I had to get my dog back. I called the owner who didn’t answer and while I was waiting for her call, I sent an ALL CAPS EMAIL to the agency saying they’d given me a stolen dog who’d been confiscated by the police and that they’d better call me NOW. I then called our vet to figure out why when they scanned the chip, this didn’t come up – they kindly explained to be that their scanner just confirms there’s a chip, it doesn’t read it – and they wished me luck. 

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After I thanked her profusely, the next steps were to get ahold of the adoption agency and have a “What the hell?!” conversation and speak with the police to get Otis back. The agency was first and before I could lay into them, they told me their lawyers and entire team had been activated and they had the story for me. They explained that according to the shelter’s records, he was an “owner surrender” and the shelter had full rights to him (to pass on to an agency). I then told her about my conversation with owner which aligned with this and she explained that the shelter is responsible for the intake and scanning the chip and at the time, when they scanned the chip, it came back clean. She agreed that this case illustrates the need for the chip to continued to be scanned and said they’d reevaluate their intake process the next week. My initial reaction had been to be highly unimpressed with the agency for giving us a stolen dog, but they mobilized their entire staff and legal team within minutes of my email to come to our defense and was willing to go to bat for us to keep Otis. So, they are still the good guys in my book. 

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But….the story isn’t over. By this point, there were too many cooks in the kitchen and as I was talking to the cop, TimTheFarmer was talking to animal control. One was saying we couldn’t pickup Otis from the pound until we got him licensed (we live in a small town with a town hall that’s only open 4 hours per day, 3 days per week and it’d be two days before that could happen) and one was saying that we should go get him. BTW – licensed?? I’d never heard of such a thing. Neither have most of the people I’ve asked about it – glad I’m not the only law-breaking dog owner out there. Luckily TimTheFarmer mentioned that Otis needed his giardia meds – – we couldn’t get him out of the pound quick enough once animal control heard that …. “We had that once in our kennel, couldn’t get rid of it for months.” And just like that, Otis was home. 

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That my friends, was a doozy of an afternoon. At first I thought that maybe this comes with the territory of adopting dogs, but the vet and agency assured us they had NEVER heard of this before. Awesome. Only us. We seriously have more weird stories from our 5 years as a family than most collect in a lifetime. 

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The range of emotions I experienced in that three hour window was one for the books. Today, I’m sad for and grateful to Otis’ original owner, appreciative to the local policeman who quickly recognized my husband isn’t a dog thief and offered guidance on how to get Otis back, glad we had an adoption agency with the resources to help us fix this so quickly, momentarily thankful for giardia (not sure that has ever been said before), and 100% confident that Otis is where he’s supposed to be. 

With that, I’m going to go sew up the third dog bed he’s destroyed.

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And, I really hope Otis’ former owner dumped that jerk once and for all.



{Grown Up Moments} Getting Fancy

Do you ever have those moments who you really feel like a grown up? Despite actually being a grown up for quite some time? I do, but what entertains me is that they’re not the ones you’d expect, they’re super random little moments. I thought I’d post those moments from time to time, mostly for my own amusement.

Here’s a short list of some of the moments I would have expected to make me feel really grown up:
– Earning a master’s degree while working as a consultant for the United Nations
– Getting married and becoming a stepmom
– Signing that scary mortgage document and buying our first home
– Adopting a dog (twice)
– Becoming a Director at work (twice)
– Having a team work for me and having my success directly related to the employment of at least 20 people

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I do wonder if most of these moments don’t feel like grown up moments because in most of those cases, I usually feel like I’m fooling everyone and soon they’ll discover I don’t really understand economics (so I shouldn’t have that M.S.), I have no idea what I’m doing as a parent, I’ve never been managed and I have no clue how to manage people, etc. Basically, I’m making it up as I go. Interestingly, Sheryl Sandberg devotes a lot of page-space to this in her book, Lean In, and it turns out this is a common feeling amongst women. And, guess what? EVERYONE is making up as they go.

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Anywho, the moments that actually make me feel like an adult are super random. Here are the two times (besides what I’m about to write about), where I felt like a grown up:
– The first night at college after my dad got me unpacked in my dorm and went back to his hotel. I remember standing there, with my soon-to-be friends, realizing I could do WHATEVER I wanted. So, we went out for ice cream (don’t judge, we were nerdy, honors-student 18 year-olds).
– When I bought my first vacuum, at 29 years old. Until that point, I’d managed to inherit vacuums from roommates or parents and had never had to (annoyingly) buy one. Walking out of Target with that vacuum really drove home the point that I was on my own now. (I had a dog, stepson, M.S. and Director title at that point, FYI).

Last week, I had another one of those moments that made me feel grown up. Any guesses on what it was??

Wait for it. Wait for it…

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Getting a piece of art custom framed. To this point, I’ve never had any artwork special enough to warrant a custom frame. My sweet grandmother sent me a painting done by my great-grandfather as a housewarming present when we bought our house. It was actually a two-sided painting – one side was a completed painting of a southern California vista (a favorite subject of his) and the other was a half-finished painting of a New York farmhouse. As I understand it, he spent time in Woodstock, NY sometime during the 40s-60s and I’d guess he started it then. It was so neat to receive a piece of family art tied to our new home in New York. 

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I was finally able to get to Michaels and worked with an employee who helped me pick the frame and matte. I loved the beat-up edges to the painting and wanted the painting mounted to show them. I also wanted it mounted in a way that preserved the finished painting on the back if we ever changed our mind. The Michaels employee was super sweet and patient with me as hmmed and hawed over what frame and color matte to pick.

It was super helpful (and reassuring) to see the mockup on the computer!

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Then, she rang me up. Even after the 50% off + an additional 25% off, I had to steady myself when she gave me the total. I knew custom frames were expensive, but ouch! Definitely a grown up moment. However, I love love love how it turned out and can’t wait to get a wall and room decorated around it. 

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Are you a typical-grownup moment kind of person or is it the really random things that make you feel grown up too?



{Friday Favorites} It’s The Small Things

This is a Friday that couldn’t come (or end) soon enough. It’s been a doozy of a couple weeks and I am so ready for a break this weekend. It’s currently 5am and I’m sitting here trying to work through IT issues so that we can host a webinar for prospective students in India. I have heard, “Can you hear me?” at least 100 times in the last 30 minutes….ackkk!!

This marathon of a week has been all about finding joy in the small things.

AMAZING Burgers

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Panzur is a local restaurant run by family friends and seriously talented chef. Everything he makes is the best version I’ve had of that dish, and his burgers are no exception. He makes a homemade brioche daily and the burger is a blend of short rib and brisket. I texted him on our way back home from Syracuse to see if he had them on the menu last night and here’s the response I got:

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I will always quit paleo for brioche, FYI. TimTheFarmer topped his with bacon jam and pork belly and I topped mine with manchego and bacon jam. Both were out of this world and totally made an otherwise mediocre Thursday.

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A Thoughtful Place’s Fixer Upper Takeaways

If you haven’t been able to tell by now, I LOVE Fixer Upper. And now I have a new blogger I love. I’d bookmarked A Thoughtful Place a year ago because she had some great blogging tips. I just clicked on her site again and discovered a whole series on Fixer Upper Takeaways. For my fellow Fixer Upper junkies, this is fun recap of episodes that also pulls out the key design takeaways from each project. Courtney does a great job of pulling tips out of these huge projects!

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Easy Peel Clementines

Speaking of the small things, I really really love it when clementines are easy to peel. I have no idea if these are genetically engineered to be this way and I do wonder what sort of stuff they’re doing to clementines to make them such a great snacking food, but I’ve decided I don’t care. They’re a favorite snack of mine, and it’s amazing how much it makes my day when I can get the peel off all at once and without getting fingernails full of orange pith. You never know which ones your buying, so when I start to peel one and it peels easily, I’m a happy camper.

High-functioning Flood Control Systems

When we bought our house, we were blown away by the seemingly-overkill B-Dry system in our basement. There are three sump pumps, an always-on dehumidifier, multiple trenched drainage pipes, and plastic going 5 feet up the wall. I don’t know anything about these systems, but my FIL, who runs a construction company, said it was the most elaborate system he’d seen. 

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Well, when we drove in last night from Syracuse, there was flooding in places we had never seen standing water on our property from 2 days of rain. Hmmmm. When I went down to check the oil tank to ensure we weren’t going to run out (again), I stepped over the threshold and unknowingly into 4 inches of water. Tim!!!!! After looking it over, we realized the crazy elaborate system is working. The section where the oil tank is, has standing water, but it’s contained to that room and the rest of the basement has been kept dry as the sump pumps cranked. We still have lots of unpacked boxes down there, so we are super grateful this system is working! It’s definitely a kick in the pants to get them organized and off the floor, just in case. It’s a bit hard to see, but there are 4 inches of water on the left and it’s dry on the right.

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Alright, I’m off to have a relaxing and rejuvenating weekend – hope you do too!