New dog, you say? Kiera, what's this? Answer: I don't know!
Here's the story. We wanted a labradoodle. We as in I suggested a dog to Mr Incredible. Ya know, someone to play fetch with. Labradoodle- hypoallergenic, relatively mild, kid friendly. I always wanted a big dog. So it met the criteria. Yesterday we go to the pet store, conversation as follows:
Me: Mr Incredible just so you know if there's a labradoodle in there I'll want it immediately.
Him: No, we're going to go through a breeder, not the pet store,
Me: Just sayin.
Lo and behold, there was the sweetest lookin' labradoodle you ever did see there. (commence whining and my argument why we should get him right.now.)
Until took him out and played with him, that is.
|Just a flesh wound.|
Right. up. my. alley. Eldest daughter held this dog (!!) for 15 minutes (!!!!). And then said "I want to buy him." *heart melting*
Blah blah blah I can't believe I'm giving you all these details.
cut to the chase next day we bought dog. Named him Peppy.
I did my research on Havanese dogs, but maybe not so much dogs in general. A) You have to take them out in the middle of the night? B) You have to let them "cry it out in the cage?" THIS is the point that I'm emotionally detaching myself. None of my kids "cried it out" in their cribs (and btw, they sleep through the night in their own bed (cept the baby is still in our bed)) But I'll be damned if a dog ends up in bed with me. I'll be damned. C) Dogs have "rest time" and "play time." I thought dogs just laid around all day waiting to harass the mailman. No? No.
Needless to say, I'm more tired than I've been in a while. Although this is the nice type of tired because my body isn't recovering from labor.
|in all his glory.|
With Pep in his step.