Thursday, June 26, 2008

I need to buy a bowel...

I need to buy a bowel…and a bladder. Or at least rent them until this new puppy can hold it all night.

Because My Better Half is traveling this week, Calvin is stuck in his crate all day while I’m at work. I have been getting up two hours earlier all week so that he can frolic and bounce and lick and do all those puppy things for a few hours until I need to leave.

TWO hours earlier…ALL week. Oh, and did I mention that I’ve also been staying up later than usual so he can frolic and bounce and lick and do all those puppy things for as long as possible before I have to put him back in the crate for the night?

I am exhausted. And despite all my efforts, Calvin has been waking up every morning about an hour before my alarm goes off. In zombie mode, I get up, let him outside to do his thing and then return him to his crate.

An hour later when my alarm sounds I get up again, feed Calvin and Levi, play with them for a while and get ready for work. I’m so tired by the time I have to leave and my day is really just starting.

But see why I do it?


Anonymous said...

Cut it out. Your making me want a puppy. And I've sworn "no more beasts" in my house!

Coal Miner's Granddaughter said...

Yeah, I'm finding out from you and a friend of mine, both of you have new puppies, that this whole puppy-ownership thing is like having a newborn human baby.

Um, yeah. I think I'll wait on that! :)

Anonymous said...

Oh, de wittle snookums, you iz soooo cute. I just wanna squeeze your wittle face and hug you all day long.

OK. I've recovered now.
He IS too cute to be true!