no, I am not pregnant (Thank the Lord)
But we are increasing the size of our family by one. I’m finally allowing our family to get a dog. I mean getting a dog -- this is huge! The fact that my children’s persistent begging, pleading and whining--pitted against my cast-iron will of resistance—winning out simply shocks me.
You should all know by now—via my sporadic, inconsistent, abbreviated, manic postings—that we’re crazy busy people. We are perpetual motion folks. I’m constantly donning the “Mom’s Taxi Cab’ hat in order to run the roads for my kids. I barely have time to scrub a bathroom much less scoop dog poop.
What the hell am I thinking!
I’m not thinking. That’s what.
Fatal error in judgment -- I held the puppy. That’s all it took. He is so cute, soft, fluffy, and adorable. He’s got the stubbiest little legs and the sweetest little face. He looks just like his mama and she’s such a lovely dog.
And my kids are to the moon with excitement over getting this puppy. The eight year old can barely contain himself.
But then the doubts and terrors start to take hold …
What about the vet costs?
What about the cost of accumulating stuff (i.e.: the crate, dishes, toys, leashes, collars, etc)?
What about the smell? The mess? The destruction of personal (and not so personal) property?
What about the HUGE lifestyle change that has to take place?
I mean THIS IS BIG!
But then I remember. He is just so cute. I’m compelled to visit him everyday until we’re allowed to take him home. My kids are so happy. I’m pretty happy too. And he is just so cute.
This is very similar to what I went through before deciding to get pregnant.
And so far that’s turned out pretty good.
Maybe this will too.
I’ll keep you posted!
$$wishes: to be able to budget for a professional pooper scooper
$$sins: slow down on new puppy purchases – he’s not even in residence yet!
$$goals: buy puppy chow in bulk – more economical