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, Everett'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.
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Tuesday, January 7, 2014
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