As most of you know, we lost our 14-year old Maddie girl in February, and this mama was not ready for another dog.
Pair that with NEVER wanting a puppy again, and only wanting a low energy, couch dog.
So much for that.
We came home from Klamath Falls with a 7-week old Border Collie.
Jesus help me.
Having a puppy is like having a crawling one-year old who doesn't wear a diaper.
She's constantly peeing (seriously, every 7 minutes) and puts EVERYthing in her mouth.
It's every bit the amount of work that I knew it to be.
I can't turn my back on her.
The only saving grace is that she still takes a lot of naps.
We're considering crate training her, something I've never done before, but as of now, we put the old baby gate up in the kitchen so I can contain her when I'm in there cooking, or if I have to leave the house to take the kids to and from school.
Other than that, I'm by her side the entire rest of the day, and she's by mine.
So much for The Dad and the kids getting a new dog.
This girl loves her new mommy.
And vice versa.
I suppose I was worried about bringing in a new dog, after losing Maddie.
You worry it could never be the same with another dog.
And it isn't.
I think it's similar to the concern people have when they're pregnant with a second baby.
How could you love them as much as the first?
Because you can. And you do.
The heart has little pockets for each one.
Here she is at bed time, in OUR bed.
And seriously, how could you not love this little fur ball?!
On her bed in the kitchen with The Mom.
Snuggles from The Kid.
Naptime with Baby.
So there she is, the newest addition to the family.
As you can see, she's made herself at home.