Veronica Roaringstone. This is the name of my dog. I know, It’s a little silly. But that’s what you get when you love Will Ferrell movies and Veronica Corningstone’s fierce nature. Even my dog is a feminist.
I got Ronnie (it’s what I call her for short and for Ron Burgundy- full circle!) from my local shelter. I had never been to their facilities and had to fill out paperwork just to see the dogs there. Of course, it was packed and filled with animals which broke my heart. I walked around wanting to take every animal I saw home with me. I even wanted to take the cats and I am NOT a cat person.
But in all of these filled enclosures, there was one. This one small, shaking and dirty terrier. Ronnie had a blanket, which is what stuck out in my mind, because none of the others had anything. She had a little toy, and she shook and ran to it in the far corner of her crate as I crouched down to get a better view of her. She was tiny and insignificant but she was what I wanted. Her gorgeous eyes pleading at me, like so many others there, to take her home.
In the way that I hope to be noticed one day, I saw her. I decided on her instantly.
I had to come back within the week to pay for her, as per the shelter’s policy on new dogs. Ronnie hadn’t been there for a day before I showed up. KISMET! She was found wandering near the neighborhood I had grown up in. I had to wait an extra set of days to finally bring Ronnie home, and to say I was impatient would be an understatement. I went out like a triumphant new mother to buy a dog bed and food. I wondered about outfits (because c’mon!) and decided to wait until I had her to properly size her up.
On the day I was set to bring her home, I was told I wasn’t allowed to because someone had filled the paperwork wrong and I needed to wait another 24 hours before she could be released to me. 24 HOURS?! You can imagine my dejection. I climbed into my car and pouted like Veruca Salt. I’m also pretty sure I stomped my foot whilst in the shelter. I went home and counted the hours. “I can do this,” I thought. I mean, I waste hours on a normal day on Tumblr, no problem! So, why was this torturous? The hours wore on and dragged. I fell asleep knowing that tomorrow was the day!
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When I finally got her, I was ridiculous. I was ultra careful. I didn’t let anyone hold her for fear of who knows what might happen! If anything, this went on to show how fragile I was with complete happiness (and over-protectiveness). Which is when it hit me: I had become my mother! Oh, God! In my defense, I loved this dog instantly and wanted to provide for her what no one else had or was able to.
The day I brought Ronnie home was October 26th. It’s been a little over three months now. She sleeps in my bed next to my Ryan Gosling pillow (that’s her dad). Her excitement when I get home never ever gets old and fills me with euphoria when I pick her up to hug her. Ronnie is a born runner- no, really, I’ve had some scares while walking her. She hates men. Honestly, that part I just can’t figure out. She’s bitten my brother, my two plumbers and almost every other man that’s entered my apartment. Ronnie is feisty and free spirited. She’s my little Gloria Steinem. Ronnie is the best $80 I’ve ever spent. Take that, DKNY sweater from Annie Sez when I was in high school!
I couldn’t have asked for more in a pet. We understand each other and she is all mine.
Maritza Lugo is your everyday artsy chick hailing from New York. She’s obsessed with taking pictures of her dog, Ronnie and tweeting incessantly. Maritza is also an illustrator that can be found everywhere on the Internet, even on Hellogiggles. She instagrams her life one image at a time while always thinking of new ideas (that stem from actual experience) for her comic, Terribly Awkward With Boys. Her hair is currently blue. It was silver two days ago. In a week, she hopes it’ll be a minty green. You can always interact with her via twitter at @polaroid_rage. Maritza was also the real life inspiration for Jess on the New Girl. That isn’t true, but she wishes it was.