Letting Go of Expectations

From hectic life in the USA to island life as a stay-at-home-wife, this blog follows the musings of an anxious Type-A as she learns to slow down and tune in to the important things in life

 

Tag: housewife life

Updated: Pot Hound Love

Meet foster puppy Madison! She is five weeks old, weighed 1.02kg at her last checkup, and is ferociously teething. She is a pot hound puppy!

three week old pot hound puppy

What is a Pot Hound?

“Pot hound” is the name for mutt dogs on the island of Grenada. Many of them are strays, and you’d be hard pressed to walk anywhere without encountering at least one pot hound.

By my guess, most of these island dogs are about 40 pounds and a lot of them are brown, but I have seen pot hounds that are white, black, biggish, littleish, brindle, and everything in between. Sometimes they will follow you as you walk down the street – or beach – and are really sweet and friendly when you offer them a scratch behind the ears.

brindle female dog with floppy ears sitting on grass

This lovely lady greeted us at a bus stop one day. She was quite happy to accept the pop tart that someone there offered her!

Most of the dogs in Grenada that aren’t strays are kept for home protection, not as pets in the way that most people in the States have dogs. They may bark when you pass by their house, though I’ve only ever met one pot hound that harbored any true ill will (I’m talking about you, Sugar the dog!) Sometimes you see them roaming around with sun-bleached collars on, indicating that they have a home to go to, but they are still free to wander most of the time.

Many of the pothounds here, even the ones with owners, are not fixed. Which is how little Miss Madison, and many other puppies and kittens like her, came along.

The beginning of Madison’s story is not a happy one. She was found at about two weeks old alone and covered in maggots. Luckily, she was taken to the Grenada SPCA Animal Shelter, where she got fed and cleaned up and eventually came to us as a bottle baby to foster!

pot hound puppy

Always on the move!

Future Foster Fail?

Madison is now healthy, playful, and sassy! She likes to sleep, wrestle with little toys, and has a tiny little bark. I am completely unable to call her by her real name most of the time, and her nicknames to date include Sass, Squeak, Little Miss, and Miss Maddie May, but only if you say it to the tune of the song, “Down by the Bay”.

If you don’t have that song stuck in your head now, I applaud you. If you do have that song stuck in your head…sorry!

Having an adult dog and a bottle baby puppy has been as close to having children as I could imagine in any of my life experiences so far.

blue heeler puppy sleeping

Not to be outdone by adorable pictures of Madison, here is a picture of Tryst as a puppy!

I will be feeding Madison, and our dog Tryst will all of a sudden need to go out, so I will need to juggle both of them to make everyone happy. Or, I will be playing with Madison and Tryst will feel left out and beg for cuddles. We are making sure he gets lots of love so that he doesn’t get jealous, but sometimes cuddling him and playing with Madison feels like patting your head and rubbing your stomach at the same time!

Taking care of such a young puppy is also a really great way to kick start those motherly instincts… but that’s a whole other story!

While we are having a great time fostering Madison, we are hoping not to become a foster fail. She is going to be really, really hard to let go, but our plans for the next few years are tentative, and traveling with one dog is enough of a circus!

pot hound puppy sticking tongue out

Who could say no to this face?

Looking to Adopt?

Madison is available for adoption in Grenada, but it would be possible for her to travel to her forever home if someone off the rock wanted to adopt this little ball of fluff! Although it will be really bittersweet when she gets adopted, I plan to volunteer more at the GSPCA and foster again in the future.

You can’t foster if you keep them all, right? At least that’s what I keep telling myself. Can you have too many dogs though? Well, probably, but we only have one right now…

It sounds like Madison is hungry again, so I guess that’s my cue. I’m off to snuggle some pups!

*Adoption Update!*

As of today, Madison has a forever home! I held out for as long as I could, but Husband and I fell head over heels for this sweet little girl. We just signed the papers, and she will officially be staying with us!

The moment I heard her name I knew she was going to be hard to give up. Madison is my hometown and the city where Husband and I met. Now, we’ll always have a piece of Madison and a piece of Grenada with us, no matter where in the world we are.

Our adventure in fostering is over – for now – and I completely understand why there are so many foster fails. Really though, it’s not such a bad club to be in!


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The Grenada SPCA does so much for the animals here. They shelter neglected and abused animals, provide affordable veterinary treatment, and are working hard to get more of the animals on the island spayed and neutered. If you’re interested, check them out and maybe send a donation their way. With all of the animals that they help, I know they could always use it!

From Breadwinner to Housewife

First thinking about it, it sounded great. I get to quit my job and become a housewife?! Sign me up! Sure, I figured I would do a little more cooking and cleaning than before, but then I would have most of my time to myself.

I had this image in my mind of a housewife living a luxurious lifestyle including coffee dates with friends in the middle of the day and regular manicures. I knew that would not be me, though – and not just because it is too hot in Grenada to drink coffee. Being the wife of a medical student means lots of debt, a tight budget, little time with Husband, and lots of time spent doing the housework of two.

Let me back up a little bit, though.

From a time well before marriage and medical school, I always thought of myself as a strong person who wouldn’t ever change my life path just for “some boy”. I was an independent horse girl, and Husband (Boyfriend, at the time) knew that he would always be second to my horse. I had been riding for far longer than I had known him and he respected my commitment to riding, my passion.

While we were dating, we were essentially financially independent from one another. We had our own vehicles and were able to move about as we pleased. Looking back on it now, I see that we were moving through life on two parallel paths.

Then, on a glorious summer day, surrounded by our family and friends, we were married. It was a joyous next step in our relationship, but I really didn’t think that marriage would change things that much. We were already living together. We had been dating for three years. I figured we would continue on exactly as we had, but with new titles and joint tax returns.

One short month after we were married, Husband started medical school in Grenada. We were both well aware of the fact that if I didn’t want to give up my life in the US, I wouldn’t have. Truth be told, though, I was feeling burned out and thought a change of scenery would be a great way to re-connect with where I wanted to go in life.

After a brief period of time exploring the island together, classes started and Husband hit the ground running. That was when I became responsible for every aspect of our lives outside of his studies, and at first, I misunderstood what that meant.

I thought it was going to mean doing a little more laundry than I was used to, not changing the laundry schedule that I have always kept because that schedule doesn’t fit his needs. I thought it was going to mean making more of the decisions, not making the majority of them because it is more important for him to be studying.

I really grappled with this feeling of making changes to accommodate Husband. It sounds terrible, I know, but hear me out.

On the one hand, I knew that he is in school, he is incredibly busy, and him being in school now is something that is going to contribute to our future together. He is busy because he is driven to succeed in a difficult field and I am super proud of him for that.

On the other hand, I pride myself on being an independent person who wouldn’t change who I am for someone else. I also refuse to fall into gender roles and being the good wife who has a clean house and a hot dinner ready for her man when he gets home is not at all what I aspired to be.

I always had goals, and I attained them for myself. But when I was no longer sure what those goals were, or what direction I wanted my life to go in, and I seemed to be turning into the good little housewife without her own goals or aspirations, I began to resent doing the things that were my side of the bargain while Husband is in school.

It was only after a lot of reflection that I was able to understand the source of the resentment. I realized that instead of walking on two parallel paths, we needed to be walking on one path, together. His path was the one leading to a more stable future, and he had already made room for me on it, so I finally decided to leave my path and join him on his.

He is leading us down this path right now, but I know that will not always be the case. And now that we are on one path together, I am not doing things either for myself or for him, but everything we do from this point forward is for us.

Now, I feel like instead of doing things for him, I do them out of respect for him. And out of respect for me, he is giving me – as he always has – the time and space to try new things and have fun.

It was worth it, but it wasn’t easy. It was only when I ceded my expectations about what it meant to be a strong, independent person that I saw that I could be that person and help my husband through medical school at the same time.

Now, I am okay with being a housewife, because I finally understand that this is the best thing that I could be doing right now to help us achieve the future that we want.

And, someday, when I am leading us down the path chasing my dreams, I know that he will be right behind me.