O dear what a week it has been. We lept into puppy parenting as soon as we returned from Kauai.
We drove up to Canada to pick up the pup and I forgot my passport. So Deb continued on over the border while I cooled my heels in Blaine in a motel. For two hours. Then I was asked to leave ( I guess my time turning tricks was over). They let me sit in the lobby until Deb returned with the pup, who had thrown up in his crate. It was a pleasant drive home, with the smell of puppy barf wafting through the car.
Do you know that puppies are BABIES? They cry. They pee on themselves. They poop on the rug.
They're hilarious. Felix has been trying in vain to befriend the katz. Hugo is permanently insulted that we brought a 'thing' into the house. And we are feeding Felix and fussing over him too. Hugo is the house king, not some dumb baby dog. Felix doesn't care that he looks a fool when he hops across the lawn. He and Hugo will never be friends. Never.
Meanwhile, we've had another baby wave, three in the last 24 hours.
Even on vacation, I delivered babies in my dreams.