u/Slight-Divide-6311

This is an update from my recent post asking the internet if I should adopt my sweet Finn, one of 2 puppies I was fostering. I took them in after 2 guys had them out in the cold, selling them on the street at the ripe ol age of 3ish weeks.. bastards😒 well, I received over 200 comments telling me I found my dog and indeed I did! Today's the big day, Finn's "gotcha" day, bc I'm adopting him🩷 The other amazing news is I found the best possible home for his brother Petey. He's going to a woman whose dogs are her children. I am so relieved.. I was sick over the idea of him being adopted out but now I can rest assured knowing he will be so loved🥹 and I get to see him every now and then!! It is a great day. It's honestly been a great week. I think I'm going to celebrate with an ice cream cone from my favorite spot. I am so thankful for this little life! And now I get to do it with lil mans by my side.

Thank u to reddit for the push! I was probs gonna do it anyways... But the encouragement certainly helped me feel confident that I'm ready for this new adventure

If you're interested in their backstory: 3ish weeks ago, I was sitting on the patio of a local bar when 2 random guys walked up with a small box carrying two, shivering, 3 lb puppies in it. We told them they were too young to be away from their mom and shouldn't be out in the cold. Both mentioned they recently got out of jail and needed quick money.. so I suppose the puppies well-being wasn't really of their concern. My friends and I are suckers and bought them off the dudes. Within days of caring for them, I decided I wanted to foster them until they're ready for adoption, despite having never cared for young pups. I have a friend involved with a local pit rescue who got me set up with all the supplies and have gotten them vetted for what they can be thus far.

So onto the requested advice .. I have fallen in love with the all brown one and have been considering keeping him. I've been calling him Finn, and his brother Petey. Finn reminds me of my chocolate lab I had growing up, and I have always loved pits. I hadn't considered getting a dog until they came along, but despite all the care and mess, I am having so much fun. For some context, I'm a single, 31 yr old woman who lives by themselves and works remote. I live in a sizable, 1-bedroom apartment(I'm downstairs in an old historic home turned into 2 apts), have a fenced in yard, and 3 cats that have no problem with dogs. The companionship has been amazing... Bc life can get a bit lonely sometimes. I love long walks, hikes, bike rides, etc. It would be so much fun to have a little guy to come around with me everywhere. Truthfully, I do feel I have the time and energy to care for a dog.. but am completely practical about the fact it is a huge commitment, I am still renting, and there's a stigma against pits (though I do feel they are pretty accepted in my area). I have been struggling the last few years mentally after leaving an abusive, long-term relationship that resulted in big life changes, PTSD, a lot of therapy, and meds. Thankfully, I have been continuing to heal and have more recently gotten my mental health in a good state. I do feel I could ask my psych to write a letter for them to become an emotional support animal, which would help for housing purposes. My current landlord is like family so it wouldn't be an issue where I'm at but I'm thinking of the future too bc I'm not the type to re-home.

Am I just romanticizing things? Shouldn't the lack of sleep and constant piddling rid me of my fur baby fever? Ugh I just love them both sm already😭