The truth and the hardest decision

I’ve been staring at the blinking cursor on my computer for about an hour. Also during that time, I’ve been on and off my phone scrolling mindlessly through Facebook… or doing just about anything else that doesn’t require thinking, feeling, or actually typing this post.

So, here it is:

I glossed over the big issue in my last post. I promised honesty in this blog. The post was truthful. But it was a part truth, a sugar-coated version of the stress, struggle, and sadness I was feeling.

As some of you might know, my husband and I adopted a beautiful 6-month-old spaniel in late September. She’s equal parts sweet and sassy, insanely intelligent, obedient, and simply gorgeous. In the time we have had her, our life has been filled with countless walks and lots and lots of love.

And, let’s be honest, this now-47-pound goofball has us wrapped around her paw and has been running the show since the day she stepped over the threshold. Most noticeably in the last few weeks, some of the “equal parts sweet and sassy” sass has melted away, and this puppy warmed up to us. It’s clear she’s truly become comfortable with us and in our home. Once rare kisses are now almost a daily gift.

The parts that are missing from the story between the day we signed the papers to give her a “forever home” and today (5 months later) are the countless incidents, episodes, and the constant struggle of us dealing with her severe separation anxiety.

I’m the first to admit that I’ve heard people say their dogs had separation anxiety and thought it was a bunch of bull. There had to be something that person did wrong in training the dog, or they were simply too doting and attached to the dog, leaving it (obviously) prone to anxiety when its owner eventually left its side.

We trained her right from the start in a way that was firm and in charge but never cruel. We gave her space to teach her independence but never refused her affection or belly rubs if she asked for them.

It turned out to not be enough.

Both my husband and I work Monday through Friday, 8-5 office jobs. During that time, we knew the dog would have to be left home alone in a crate. Since she was a puppy, we agreed that it was fair to her (and her little bladder and boundless energy) that we would come home on lunch to let her out and take a walk. We have the luxury of working close to home, so that was possible for us.

From the start, crate training was impossible. She would howl and bark and scratch at the metal cage, desperate to get out. We were standing in the same room as the crate, and it didn’t ease her panic one bit. Everyone told us it would just “take more time” and eventually our dog would loveeeeeeeeee her crate because their dogs just loveeeeeee their crates.

Not so.

Even still, we pushed forward and put her in there while we were at work. We settled her in with a Kong filled with peanut butter, a toy, and a small blanket. Two days in a row, I came home on lunch and she greeted me at the door. She had figured out how to unlatch the door from the inside.

Smart, huh?

So, we tried to be the smarter species and lock the door closed with a carabiner. That would hold her.


My husband came home from work one day to see the top metal bar of the crate completely bent. Her anxiety levels had caused her to pull at the cage with her teeth and try to push her way out with her nose/muzzle. She had also cracked the plastic “tray” at the bottom by pulling it up from the corner. Her nose was pink and swollen for days. We gave her ice cubes, which she loves as a treat, to try to ease her pain in her mouth and make her happy.

So we bent the bar back into shape, covered the crack with her blanket, and hoped it was all a fluke. And we went back to work. My husband came home at the end of the day that week and found Tessa at the door again. But how, you ask?

This time, she rocked the cage so hard that it tilted and rested on our coffee table at a 45-degree angle. The cracked tray came loose, and she crawled through the space between that and the bottom.

We came to the conclusion that she just hated being confined. Maybe she would prefer to be in our 3 seasons room? It was bright and spacious with plenty (read: squirrels and birds) to look at through the windows.

The 3 seasons room quickly got destroyed as well – first, it was just little tufts of carpet that got pulled up, then more carpet, then it was the wooden handles on the sliding doors were chewed, then random peeing accidents in the room (which never happened otherwise), then destroying the furniture.

The other parts that are important to fill in between all these incidents, my husband and I were scouring the internet looking for answers. We reached out to trainers, vets, and other dog owners. We tried countless bits of advice and remedies – from putting pieces of our clothes in her kennel/room to Kongs to doggy Xanax… even calming hemp oil.

None of it worked.

We thought that maybe she needed obedience training to understand how to communicate with us, so we invested (greatly) in an incredible 2-week board and train program. She came back a whole new dog who was obedient and took commands and direction.

Yet it still wasn’t enough. She continued to destroy her space or try to escape anytime she was left alone.

My husband took the bulk of the “lunch potty break” duties since his work is extremely close to home, but we continued to take turns coming home on lunch to let her out. It was always a struggle to get her back in her room when we had to leave. For me, I was starting to push the limits at my old job because running home on lunch was regularly taking more than the allotted hour-long lunch break. It was stressing me, and I know it stressed my husband that he had to plan his busy day of meetings around when he could come home to take out the dog.

That stress inevitably started to seep into our relationship. I felt more impatient and on edge all the time. I snapped at my husband who was just trying to help and always took on the bulk of the work. We love this dog, yet her issues were starting to create issues in our marriage.

That stress inevitably started to seep into our relationship…We love this dog, yet her issues were starting to create issues in our marriage.

Fast forward: we tried countless other ways to acclimate her to being alone. The one consistent method we saw in our research was to “build up” time in a crate or kennel. You have to start as small as 30 seconds and then let the dog out. You add about 30 seconds each round and try this a few times a day. The trick is this: you can’t use the kennel for any time longer than your current milestone. This means, she couldn’t be left alone at all. She had to be constantly supervised.

We gave ourselves 2 weeks. We would send her to doggy daycare and build up time in the crate. If we didn’t see improvement that was truly our last effort.

Tessa was definitely improving after 2 weeks and we were feeling great. She loved daycare, and we got to about 60 minutes in her kennel. Then, we got a call from her daycare: she got into a scuffle with another dog and had to be put in isolation away from the other dogs for the day. When she came home that day, she wouldn’t go near the kennel. We forced her in there and she cried before we even walked away.

We had just lost 3 weeks of great progress and 3 weeks’ investment at the daycare.

We didn’t have time to find another solution, so we had to break down and keep her in the kennel while we went to work the next day.

This past Friday, was the worst day.

I got home at 11:45am to take her out on my lunch break. I walked into the basement to find her 150-pound kennel pushed all the way across the basement and turned 180 degrees around. She was still inside and looked terrified. I got closer and saw that there were drops of blood all over her bed and the floor.

That broke me. I dropped to my kneels and starting sobbing. This sweet, incredible dog has such terrible anxiety that she injured herself trying to break out of this kennel. Why couldn’t I help her?

This sweet, incredible dog has such terrible anxiety that she injured herself trying to break out of this kennel. Why couldn’t I help her?

I love her. I love her more than I love most people, honestly. But I love her so much that I know I can’t see her like this. I can’t continue living in fear that every time I leave her, she might injure herself while I’m gone. I never know what I’m going to come back home to.

When it comes to the selfish side of this problem, I am just starting my marriage. As strong as our relationship is, this has been a true test. This is the part that sounds “terrible” to some people: We cannot allow ourselves to go broke over a dog. We can’t constantly bicker because of a dog.  We can’t put our jobs and careers in jeopardy for a dog. We can’t forego our already minimal social life and be on house arrest because of a dog.

So, after countless attempts, hours of prayer, and buckets of tears, we came to the most difficult decision: Tessa deserves a family with another dog to ease her anxiety. We are not in the place—financial, space availability, or time commitment—to take on another dog, and so this is really the best option for her. And for us.

I honestly can’t help but sob every time I picture putting her leash into someone else’s hands and driving away without her. It’s such a vivid, punch in the stomach, suffocating feeling and I hate it.

I have spent the last few days in constant prayer asking for reassurance that this is the right thing. Questioning if we really have tried everything. Asking for peace and calm in my heart and mind.

The voice I hear is loud and clear: This is what is right for her and for us. It’s the hard choice, but it’s the right choice.

I wanted to write about this because I felt alone. My friends and family have been supportive in encouraging me and helping us to find solutions to fix Tessa’s issues. But nothing I found in my research or heard from anyone said to me, “You know what? I had to give up a dog once. We weren’t the right fit for him, and he got adopted by a great family. It was hard, but it was the right decision.” I never heard that.

I had felt this whole time like I was giving up on the dog.

But I know better now. I’m not giving up on her. I’m giving her the greatest gift of all — the chance at true health and happiness with a better-fit family.

We will always love her and have a very special place in our hearts for our Tessa.

Our little Tessa’s adoption profile is officially posted online here. Please share so we can find her the very best home possible.

Thanks for reading my long post. I appreciate you all and your beautiful hearts.


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Dash of Updates – Where I’ve been and where we’re going

I know it’s been a while since I’ve posted. Over 6 months to be exact.

But what a 6 months it has been.

This past half year has been a wild ride filled with big, exciting life changes. Though all of them have been for the best, that’s not to say they didn’t come without challenges.

Two weeks ago marked the half anniversary of the biggest, most exciting life event: our wedding and the start of our marriage.

At times, it feels like we’ve gone through more in the last few months than we have in our 5+ years of being together. These challenges and happy times and stresses are what has created and solidified the foundation of our marriage, and I wouldn’t trade it for the world.

Our perfect, classic, Chicago suburbs wedding
Photo by: Katherine Salvatori Photography

Winter is always a tough time for me. Living in the Midwest in its vast flatness and experiencing the extreme cold and snow doesn’t bring me the same joy as it might in other places where the snow intensifies the beauty of the outdoors. For me, it just means cold toes, horrible traffic, and darkness. I may have lived here my entire life, but it never gets easier.

Just yesterday, I was having a tough time. There were tears, and my husband just grabbed me and pulled me into a bear hug. I started to calm down, and we talked through what was upsetting me until we came up with a plan. He said, “You know, every time we go through a tough time like this and work it out together, it brings us closer and makes our marriage stronger.”

My heart overflowed with emotion, and I cried again (happy tears this time). I was so impressed by his insight, wisdom, and the truth of what he said.

Having him by my side made such a sad moment so bright. I believe that’s what our marriage, our partnership is all about – supporting each other through better and worse, sickness and health. When we work through difficult things together, it strengthens us as a couple.

There will probably be many, many more days like this. Tough days. Impossible days. Happy days. Average days.

Whatever they are, we will face them together.

Cheers to the second half of our first year of marriage. I can’t wait to see what it brings!


Ps. Like I said above, winter is a really tough time for me. As soon as life finally calmed down in October, the onset of my slow-moving, unmotivated winter feelings began. I’ve had so many great ideas for posts over the last few months, but getting the energy and motivation to just do it has been tough.

Are there any posts you’d like to see first? Depending on your thoughts, I can prioritize accordingly and get this site up and running again. 🙂 Here are some ideas:

  • Wedding Recap
  • Honeymoon recap
  • Eating Your Way Through Europe… Gluten Free
  • Registry: Creating the best wedding registry
  • Wedding Registry: Love It or Leave It. What items have held up for 6 months and which have not
  • 4 Valentine’s Day Date Nights that aren’t going out to dinner

Let me know in the comments below! Thank you!

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Are You Ready?

“Are You Ready?”

That question has been asked so much of me in the last few weeks. The context, for those who might not know, is that I am getting married in a few weeks. Everyone is thoughtfully asking about my wedding preparations and if I’m “ready.”

The truth about it is that I flip flop between being shockingly calm with the wedding details (95% of the time) and other times spontaneously bursting into tears because there is so much to do in so little time.

I have to admit that I have been wrong. I apologize to every bridezilla that I have bashed behind her back that she turned a bit (or a lot) crazy while she planned her wedding. I have planned large-scale events before – both in college and at my job. What’s the difference between a big event and a wedding? Those girls just must be disorganized or overly emotional. Wedding planning would be a breeze for me.

Was planning those events challenging? Absolutely. But it turns out it pales in comparison to planning your own wedding.

Planning your wedding is different. It’s different because it’s extremely personal. And it’s my own.

Maybe I should rephrase. It’s not my own – it’s mine, my fiancé’s, and our event to share with our closest friends and family.

With planning an event for work or a group, I had a budget and a team to support me. Other than that, I was given the task, the desired outcome, and the instruction, “Just make it happen.” I worked through decisions by weighing cost-benefit and asking if it helped me achieve the goal/purpose of the event. It was a very objective process, even bordering sterile. I was passionate to be successful, as the outcome reflected on me professionally, but it was not something that “defined” me.

With the wedding, every decision, and even the details, is worked out as a team. My fiancé and I discuss. Sometimes we disagree. Disagreeing takes time to resolve and puts us behind. Sometimes I look at the to do list and think, “Why is this taking so long? I should be making more progress, but I feel like I’m spinning my wheels.”

Photo Credit: Katherine Salvatori Photography

There are reasons for that. First, is the good old dollar. Things really change when you’re dealing with your own money. Not that I was ever irresponsible with funds for events I’ve planned in the past, but you think about your spending very differently when the money is your own.

Second, every decision is emotionally charged. Instead of being objective and weighing cost-benefit like I’ve done before, I let my emotions steer me. It’s never efficient and almost always ends up clouding my thinking from seeing the clear, obvious solution to an issue.

So now I understand where the tears, anger, and frustration can emerge with bridezillas. It’s hard, and it’s an emotional time.

“But are you ready?”

I have a lot of the details planned. Is there more that has to be done? You bet. But that’s what the next few weeks are for. I’ll definitely take up all my incredible bridesmaids, friends, and family on their offers to help however they can. There is no sense in being a martyr and trying to do it all on my own.

I feel bad that it’s taken me this long to get to the actual point of this post, but I’ve reflected on the question “Are you ready?” a lot lately. I think it means a lot more than asking if I have the seating chart completed and my floral arrangements selected.

Am I ready to have this wedding?
Am I ready to move in with *gasp* a guy?
Am I ready to unconditionally commit myself to someone for the rest of my life?
Am I ready to marry this man?

It’s a lot to think about.

Photo credit: Katherine Salvatori Photography

I’ve been ready for a very long time. But the full truth is that some of it scares me. It’s a big commitment, and I certainly don’t take it lightly. The fear isn’t a fear of commitment. It’s a fear that I love this man so deeply, so truly, that I sometimes fear the unknowns and the what ifs that I don’t know I can handle. What if things go wrong?

Then it hits me. If things go wrong, which they definitely WILL, that’s why we have each other. That’s why we are committing to this union – because we are stronger as a team than we are as individuals. There is no one I’d rather fight the future with, for better or for worse, than my best friend, my partner, my soulmate, my husband.

I once heard a saying (repeated often by my mom) that “Worry is faith in reverse.” I am wasting my energy by worrying about unknowns and things out of my control. I have to have faith in those around me and trust in God that there is a plan.

Whatever life throws at us, we have each other. And I really have a strong feeling that we’ve “got this.”

“So, are you ready?”

Yes. Yes, I am.

Photo credit: Katherine Salvatori Photography
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Dining Room Chandelier Update

Sorry I have been a bit MIA lately. I know you’re all busy and still manage to get amazing posts out, so I really have no excuse.

House updates have been put on a huge slow down – or a full pause – as we quickly approach the wedding. There are a lot of details to finalize the last few months of wedding planning. I want to enjoy the last months, weeks, days (!) of being engaged while it lasts.

That being said, the house will still be here after the dust from the wedding settles. Just wait until the dust from all the upcoming remodeling! (Sorry for the bad pun)

In between all the planning, we did manage to replace our dining room light fixture.


We replaced the old ’90s brass chandelier with this beauty. <3


There is just something about it. I love the understated elegance. The black iron finish seems reminiscent of streetlamps in downtown Charleston, a place that my fiancé and I both adore. It’s great to have nods to places we both like in our home.

It was a bit more than we were originally willing to spend. However, it’s important to have a nice light in the dining room because it’s visible from the kitchen, family room, and obviously the dining room. We eat nearly all meals at home, so it’s something we will use every day. Looking at something every day that we didn’t absolutely love wasn’t worth it. We dropped the extra few bucks to get something we liked and agreed on (bonus!). That’s how we justified it.

Classic chandelier update for dining room
How much do you love this beauty?? Because I ultra love it!

Tip: Take advantage of online “new customer” discounts. We purchased the chandelier from Pottery Barn. I was a first time customer to, so I signed up for their email list and got 10% off. I looked in their website today and saw that signing up in the latest promotion gets you 15% off!

I have to commend the makers of this light fixture – the instruction guide was very easy to follow which made installation a breeze! We have installed a few light fixtures recently, so we’re not exactly newbies at it, but taking down the old and installing the new chandelier only took 60 minutes. I’d highly recommend it.

The entire sight line from the kitchen to the dining room is much more appealing. Definitely a well-needed and good change.

Where do you have good luck with buying light fixtures or other home improvement hardware? Do you feel like you have to see it in person? Or are you brave enough to take the chance with ordering online?

Until next time!

(Note: This is not a sponsored post — Just sharing a happy ending of our weekend project)

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Crispy Curry Eggplant Fries

Recently, I tried to surprise my fiancé by making gluten free eggplant parmesan for dinner after he returned from a business trip. For my first time making it, it turned out great.

Unfortunately, he really doesn’t care for eggplant (which I did not know). He was grateful for the dinner and was a good sport about the whole thing.

But…. I really didn’t want his dislike of eggplant to eliminate it completely from our food repertoire. I had purchased one-too-many eggplants when making the parmesan and needed to use the extra. If I could find an awesome recipe, eggplant wouldn’t become a forbidden veggie (well, technically “fruit”).

I was at my parents’ house and browsing through their spice cabinet trying to get inspired. As soon as I saw the spice, the idea hit me like a beautiful, spicy wave: Crispy Curry Eggplant Fries!

Crispy Curry Eggplant Fries

Spices have scared me in the past. But I am so done with bland food. Gluten free food can be tough, but you should never sacrifice good, rich flavor. Spice is a perfect way to bring pizzazz and life into your food.

Spices for Crispy Curry Eggplant Fries

I used my parents as my taste testers. They agree that the crispier fries (the smaller pieces were crispier) were their favorite, they are FULL of flavor, and there’s a nice slightly spicy “kick” in the aftertaste. It makes a great healthy alternative to fries as a side or an appetizer.

Enjoy this “spicy” (the spices, not the heat) but healthy treat!

Happy cooking,

Note: I have this recipe listed as gluten free. As always, if you have a severe allergy to gluten or wheat, please check the labels of spices to ensure they contain no (or little) gluten according to your sensitivity. Spices are notorious for containing hidden gluten as they are often processed on equipment that also handles wheat. Read the labels and use caution.

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Crispy Curry Eggplant Fries
A spicy, healthier twist on potato-based fries
Course Side Dish
Prep Time 10 minutes
Cook Time 19 minutes
Other items
Course Side Dish
Prep Time 10 minutes
Cook Time 19 minutes
Other items
  1. Preheat oven to 425 degrees Fahrenheit.
  2. Wash eggplant and pat dry. Do not remove the skin. Cut eggplant into slices approximately 1/2 inch wide, 1/4 inch thick, and 3-4 inch long. Slightly varying sizes are okay.
  3. Finely chop cilantro. Set aside.
  4. Place cut eggplant in a bowl. Sprinkle extra virgin olive oil over the eggplant slices. Toss or stir to evenly coat. Note: eggplant is very absorbent, so the EVOO may not distribute evenly.
  5. Place EVOO covered eggplant into a gallon sized bag. Add the cornstarch to the bag and shake the contents to coat the eggplant with cornstarch.
  6. Mix spices in a separate bowl
  7. Add spice mixture to the bag with the cornstarch covered eggplant. Again, shake to coat the fries with spices.
  8. Place slices on a baking sheet in a single layer. Sprinkle chopped cilantro over pieces.
  9. Bake for 14 minutes. Remove from oven and flip fries. Bake an additional 5 minutes or until fries reach desired crispiness.
  10. Remove from oven and enjoy fries on their own or in your favorite savory dip.
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