If you are close to the Captor Family, then you know about my horrible June this year. The Captors and I made a trip back home for a whole month, which was incredible, but filled with sadness. You see, we had to leave the Captor Hounds back in Hungary while we visited home. I’ve had the Head Captor Hound, Loki, since he was a wee demon pup.
Yes, I have loved that puppy for more than ten years. He’s been with me through lots and lots, good and bad. Anyway, we knew heading home would be difficult, because Loki was sick. But we got him the meds he needed and someone great to stay at the house and watch after him (and Kyah). Loki was responding to the meds, so we decided not to bring him to Wyoming for one last trip; we’d spend more time with him when we got back. And home we went.
The second I answered the call, I knew. Instant pain. Instant sadness. We lost my poki puppy, and I was 5,000 miles away. Needless to say, I was heartbroken. I still am. Luckily, we got the Apple Care protection for tear damage to our laptop. We’ve used it twice.
The night before we headed back to Hungary, the Bigger Captor made plans for a family night out. My birthday was a week away, but he wanted to do something at home, with just the Captors and me. But he would not tell me what we were doing. He took us first to the animal shelter. WTF!? I had an open wound to my heart, and he stuck a fork inside and wiggled it around. I was so sad, and mad, and confused. We walked around and saw some cute puppies, but none of them were Loki. I was able to keep my composure until we exited the building. Then I broke down again. It was actually raining, so you couldn’t actually tell how much I cried, but it was A LOT.
What I didn’t know at the time is that the Bigger Captor wasn’t being mean, he was just showing me that, when the time was right, he was willing to bring in another Captor Hound to our family. Which is saying a bunch, because he doesn’t like dogs. Or cats. Or furry things. Or cute things. In fact, I’m not even sure he has a heart. Just kidding of course. Kind of.
Fast forward a few more months of sadness, the strangeness of our quieter house, the fence in pristine condition, Kyah getting to lick ALL of the plates from dinner. We begin to “explore” the idea of a puppy. The thing is, in my family, we don’t “explore” ideas for more than, let’s say, 20 seconds. Enter the Newest Captor Hound, Zeke. (kidding, we did oodles of research, but in selecting the newest Captor- that part happened as fast as a frozen turkey in your fryer causing an explosion that burns down your house) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qn1aTGqflb8
Yes, he’s a puppy. Yes, he’s enormous for a puppy. Yes, he might eat small children. (But he hasn’t eaten ours yet, so we think it really won’t happen.) But he will get huge. Like 180-pounds huge. I don’t think the Bigger Captor really gets it yet. And he picked Zeke out! I blame this all on him. So our crazy life has become that much crazier. Zeke eats shoes, socks, stuffed animals, the Smaller Captor, any paper, wood, plastic, or anything that could possibly reach his snout. But we love him, and his giant puppy feet.
And with all the craziness of a New Captor Hound in our house, this title of this post isn’t “The Newest Captor Hound.” That’s right, our family is getting bigger. We have me, the Bigger Captor, the Smaller Captor, the Captor Hounds, and the Tiniest Captor, who, come approximately May, 2014, will need a new name. Count them. . . . Seven in our family: five humanoids and two of the pooch variety. Didn’t see that coming, did you?