ABOUT ME

About me: My husband Chuck, our six-year-old Junior, our three-year-old Everette and I live in a town in Connecticut I affectionately call Mulletville Lite (aka my childhood hometown). My friends call me Nutjob, and they're right. In my husband's spare time he dresses up as a Viking and chases ghosts (and I'm the nutjob?). When I'm not busy working as a graphic designer, I lie in a ball in the corner.

Tuesday, January 7, 2014

The chubs-style standoff

We got a puppy. A six month old puppy! A bouncy, slobbery, giddy-as-all-hell puppy!

Why, you ask? Why now?

Well, because the recovery from having family, guests, and neighbors at our house for the holidays just wasn't easy enough. Because potty training a puppy alongside potty training a toddler sounded fun. Because celebrating Christmas, Everette's birthday, New Years and my birthday all in a row just wasn't enough to celebrate. Because who doesn't want to get up at 2:30 a.m. and stand outside in -9 degree weather while saying (saying, not shouting, oh no, never shouting) "Go pee pee! Go pee pee!"

And finally, because we really, really, reeeaallly wanted to piss off the cat.


5 comments:

Patty Woodland said...

You know that cat IS going to win - right?

Sparkling said...

That cat's expression is priceless. Clearly pissed off. How could not put a picture of the puppy?????

Frogs in my formula said...

Oh yes, the cat will win! And I promise I'll post a picture very soon. Just as soon as I (yawn) get some sleep...

Cyndy @ Back in the Bush said...

We got a puppy and my cat didn't give a FUCK. If he annoys her she slaps him around and he stops. Boom, she wins.

Mandy- Read. Write. Mom! said...

Your cat is the cutest, chubbiest thing I have seen all day!