I Have a Puppy! Sort of.

Well, actually, she’s not mine. We’re puppy-sitting for two weeks while friends are on vacation.  And, I have been told, under no uncertain terms, by all parties involved (including Husband) that she is to return to her family upon vacation’s end. Ooooo-kay.

I am sure Husband has ulterior motives for this puppy stint. He is hoping it will cure me of my doggie desires. Ha. I have made no secret of my puppy lust. But, he continues to try to steer me in the direction of believing this is a lot of trouble. Subtly is not Husband’s strong suit in such matters, so I saw right through his veiled attempts at turning me off to puppy motherhood.

Puppy is a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel with a baby face and sweet temperament to match. She loves to play, yet sleeps a LOT. These traits make it hard to not want one of your own. Husband still tries to stay neutral.

For one, the first time she “doo-dooed” (outside), she promptly decided to clean her butt (once inside) on the carpet. Husband picked her up, stuck her cute little tush in my face and said, get out the baby wipes. This is your job. (Subtle.) Husband sorely underestimated my resolve for puppy care, however. Wiping a butt the size of a teddy bear is not hard at all.

She slept through the first night with us, easily. Then, in the morning, she awoke at 5:30 a.m. needing to go outside. Husband poked me. She needs to go out, he announced and promptly rolled over. I could “feel” him smiling. I am sure he was hoping this early-rising to do puppy pee duty was going to turn me off immediately, given I am not a morning person. No such luck.

Puppy didn’t exactly want to be out in the new 12 inches of powder snow that we got the day before, either. She walked out, did her thing, and walked right back in. And, while earlier int he day her favorite pee spot at Chez LBB was the middle of the road in front of our house, she was easily persuaded to visit “out back” to claim a new spot that early, early morning. (We’re hoping once the snow melts and the asphalt reveals itself, she’ll also decide that’s not the best place to squat.)

Back into her crate, she was snoring again before my head hit the pillow. About two hours later she let us know she had enough of her crate and promptly crawled into bed with us. (Well, okay, I picked her up and assumed the snuggle position.) She was snoring again before I had a chance to rearrange the bed covers. She slept until 8:30. My kinda girl.

Husband was not amused. He thinks a Puppy-Wife conspiracy is being developed. Heh-heh-heh. We girls stick together.

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