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For Christmas this year, we got our kids a puppy...
...and before I go any further with this post, I need to tell you that, yes, I DO know that Big D and I are undeniably and certifiably insane. No one should get a puppy when they have an infant. No one....yet we did. We knew we had an infant. We knew we were being incredibly impulsive. We knew we shouldn't get a puppy. But we did. All I can say is that when your beloved old dog dies the week before Christmas, and your beloved old cat died two months ago, and your family just went through the wringer with the newborn in the NICU, and your two older kids were troopers through all of it, you have little choice but to get them a puppy for Christmas. Period. OK, now, moving on.... So we have this puppy now. Her name is Clara Noelle. She's a Boston Terrier bulldog. Why didn't we get another Boxer? Well, I love Boxers. They have great personalities. They are very loyal and protective and fun. But I also love Bostons. I had one growing up, and she was a great dog, and she was very loyal and protective and fun....and A LOT smaller. At this point in my life I need smaller....smaller poop, smaller pee puddles, smaller vet bills, smaller food dishes, smaller teeth marks....everything is smaller, and that's a good thing. I have always wanted to give a puppy on Christmas. There is something so traditional and cliche and surreal about it. Yet I never had an opportunity because as insane as I am, I knew better to get a puppy when we already had a full grown dog and two cats. And Big D would never have let me, and he's the boss of me. This is why I have always wanted to give my kids a puppy on Christmas......(this is short)....
Isn't that PRICELESS??? And yes, in case you aren't familiar with 12 year-old girls, they do all scream like that. It comes with the package. The boys were a lot more subdued...
You may have noticed in that picture that there are actually two puppies being exclaimed over. That's because my sister Debbles gave one of Clara's litter mates to her kids. She and her husband are insane too. Insanity runs in my family. This is Clara with her sister Sadie....
This is Sadie licking my face to pieces...
This is me sitting down with a portion of the litter, after having to, literally, rip several of them off of me and nearly sling them across the room....
A word to all lactating women: Do not....I repeat DO NOT....sit down on the floor with a litter of recently weaned puppies. What ensues is not cute or funny. It is something like what I imagine being attacked by pirhanas is like. Here is when I first met and chose Clara....
What choice did I have after she got all up in my personal space like that? The good news is that I will likely never run out of good blogging material with the "twins," which is what we've dubbed Jack and Clara...
See? Indiana Mimi has her hands full with the twins. The bad news is that I have absolutely no time to blog about any of it. The other good news is that Clara is turning out to be a really good dog...
Ummm...sorta. More good news is that she sleeps a lot...
The bad news is that it's really, really difficult to get anything done around here, being surrounded by all this cuteness. |
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