Starting Out

So, here we were, in North Carolina with not much money, staying in a motel room. We knew we needed jobs, so that was first on our list. I found a job at Cracker Barrel as a waitress. My boyfriend found a job working in construction. Not bad, it would take a little while to save up to get a real place, but at least we had a roof over our heads and food and most important of all, we were together with no one to stop us. Things were great in my eyes. I still hadn't talked to my parents and I wasn't even missing them. We started building up our money and my boyfriend wanted to get a dog. I never had a dog because my parents would never let me have one. I wasn't really sure about getting a dog just yet because we were living in a motel room, but he finally talked me into it. We went to the pound and quickly fell in love with a male puppy who was about four months old. He was a German Sheppard/Pit Bull mix. We rescued him from the shelter and named him Nikko. It was so funny, we used to sneak him in and out of our motel room because we weren't supposed to have a dog. We used to pass him through the window next to the bathroom because no one was ever in the back of the motel because it backed up to woods. It was okay, but as he got bigger and bigger, I knew we couldn't keep doing this. But it wasn't long before our money was building up enough that we could find a real place to rent and move.