Are We Getting Gidget a Sister?!

🌼 Date: Thursday, February 19, 2026

⚡ Energy: Operating on 12% Battery

💗 Status: Healing from the Inside, Dreaming of Puppy Kisses

😎 Outlook: Cautiously Hopeful (Pending Ivy League Admission Results)

Energy level today: still somewhere between recliner and horizontal.

My body is clearly still in full rebuild mode. No fireworks. No dramatic progress. Just quiet, behind-the-scenes healing happening at a cellular level.

However…

We may have found Gidget a sister.

Because apparently when I can’t physically run anywhere, my brain decides to run straight into adopting another dog.

We found the CUTEST little 3½-pound, 6-year-old baby girl at a shelter up in Seattle. Three and a half pounds. That’s not a dog — that’s a warm accessory.

Naturally, we’re now contemplating a road trip.

Seattle is about 3½ hours one way. So the big question becomes:

Do we make it a mini vacay and stay the night?
Or do we raw-dog it in one day with road snacks and optimism?

Before we even get to that part though… we must survive The Application.

When I say application, I mean we are essentially applying to an Ivy League university.

Three pages.

Essays.

References.

Photos required.

I’m fairly certain they want:

Our life goals
Our parenting philosophy
A detailed outline of our backyard
Possibly our childhood report cards

If we make it past the written exam, there is a phone or Zoom interview.

Yes. An interview.

If we survive THAT round, then — and only then — we are invited to drive to Seattle for a meet and greet.

At that point, if:

We like her
She likes us
Gidget doesn’t file an official protest

Then we can pay the adoption fee and begin what I assume will be a document signing process comparable to purchasing a home.

“Initial here.”
“Sign here.”
“Date here.”
“And just a small drop of blood here for verification.”

Only THEN can we bring her home.

And yes — before anyone asks — I did my research this time. This is a legitimate, registered, legal organization. No shady Venmo deposits. No mystery parking lot exchanges. We are doing this the grown-up way.

Which honestly might be the most exhausting part of all of it.

So while my body is healing quietly and I’m still measuring my daily success by how many steps I can take without needing to sit down, we’re also dreaming about tiny paws and puppy breath.

Life looks different right now.

But maybe — just maybe — there’s room for a little 3½-pound spark of joy in the middle of all this healing.

Stay tuned.

We may be adding another diva to this household… which would officially make three.

Poor Casey.

Pray for him.

💗 Tina –
One Badass Day at a Time

Are We Getting Gidget a Sister?!