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These photos are memories from Sprinkles’ earlier years, starting with the puppy who changed my life. Looking through them makes me wish I could hold that baby version of her all over again. 🤍

I had wanted a Goldendoodle for as long as I could remember. When I earned my first bonus check from my career after college, I spent every bit of it bringing her home.

I found Sprinkles at a pet shop in Joplin, Missouri. She was six months old, and apparently nobody wanted her because she wasn’t a miniature doodle. I paid $4,400 for her. I felt terribly taken advantage of by that shop, but I have never regretted bringing her home.

I don’t know everything that happened to her before we met. What I do know is that she was incredibly skittish and frightened of people. From what I saw at the store, the dogs seemed to use pads in the back, and I worried that they weren’t being taken outside.

But somehow, she trusted me from the beginning. She loved me from the moment we met. I can’t explain it, but it felt like she was relieved—like she had finally found someone she felt safe with.

My little sister lived with me, and it took seven months of living together before Sprinkles felt comfortable around her. That gives you an idea of how scared she was, and why her trust in me has always meant so much.

Looking at these pictures, I see more than a fluffy puppy. I see the beginning of our life together. All those little moments that seemed ordinary then are memories I would give anything to experience again.

She was the puppy people kept passing over, and she became the most precious part of my life.

Sprinkles, you deserved to be wanted from the very beginning. I’m so grateful I found you. You will always be my baby girl and my best friend. 🤍🐾

🎀 Sprinklefetti.Barkie 🎀

Type boop and I will boop her. (Even if you don't comment) Hehe

Human, time for bed!

I’ve been feeling off the past few weeks but nothing serious enough that I felt I needed to go to the doctor. Then last night I got up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom and passed out. I woke up on the bathroom floor. I’m not sure how long I was out, but my 7-year-old Boston Terrier Gatsby was next to me with his head on my chest. When he saw me stirring he immediately started licking my face and trying to wake me up. It took me a few minutes to get it together enough to get back in bed.

I’m fine now. I’m pretty sure this was a reaction to some new meds I’m on. I am going to the doc on Wednesday so I’ll follow up with them. Just had to share how proud I am of my boy. He’s been in my lap all morning, afraid to leave my side I think.

Integration is going surprisingly well. DOGS