My wicker coffee table is soon to be a pile of splinters. Apparently wicker is only slightly less tasty than rawhide. I’m certainly glad I rescued this castaway table from a trash pile; total investment being a whopping $1.98 in cheap spray paint.
Either I was going to have another baby or get a puppy and a puppy won the vote of my family, especially since my son wanted me to deliver an 8 or 9 year-old boy. It’s bad enough my daughter weighed 9.8 pounds at birth. I cannot imagine the stitches I would need after delivering a 65 pounder. No, I’m just not a hardy enough woman for that kind of birthing and epidurals scare me. I have a slight aversion to large needles entering my spine.
Nowadays adopting a puppy from the local pound is more difficult than planning for a child. Twice I left the hospital with newborns and no-one called friends and family for a reference check. I had no home visits and not one person asked if I had a playpen for the backyard. Why doesn’t that make sense to me?
It seems fitting that this puppy has a slightly unusual name. I am already getting the raised eyebrow and questioning glare when after a slight hesitation, I reveal her name. I can take no credit for naming Oriana. At 9 weeks, she already knows her name and responds to our call. Oriana it is…my constellation puppy. Doesn’t “Oriana” sound like something in outer-space? Right now she looks a little like a martian with her lamp shade. Take a peek.
Her “fix” just finished being restitched. This feisty pup successfully removed her first set of stitches and I can’t blame her. Who wants those little knots irritating their tummy anyway? Poor girl…no babies in her future…no getting up twenty times a night for feedings…no changing stinky diapers…no cleaning spit-up of her new couch…no calling 911 every-time her little guy sneezes…Oh, we’re talking about the dog, right? Sorry, I got carried away.
Watch out when she gets the lamp shade off! She’s a handful that can’t wait to eat my sofa. If I let her sleep on it I think she may forgo making it her next meal.
Oriana is in the festive fall spirit. She’s determined to get this pumpkin and she’s not even waiting for pie.
She’s a lap dog already. Let’s hope this mutt doesn’t get too big. I warn you now, this post is about to go downhill in a hurry.
Look at those dirty feet! End of the day foot dirt and toe jam should never make its way into a photo. I know what you’re thinking…I haven’t bought my poor children any shoes this fall and they are forced to run through the streets of NY barefoot…that’s about right. I do give them plastic baggies once the snow flies. It’s called waterproofing.
Speaking of snow…it hailed something fierce this morning and snowed just North of us. I left Maine because of snow in October and May. What’s going on?
If you actually read this entire post, please do let me know. You deserve a purple heart or something…at least a door prize of sorts. I know, most of you just scanned through the cute puppy pictures. I don’t blame you!