Our new addition to our family is taking up a lot of time. Not that we are resentful, just surprised at how much one little animal can impact a family. Maggie is our new silky terrier and she is very cute…a baby in a dog body, this girl can woo you into babbling baby-talk in 0-60. I went from being a semi-intelligent half-wit, to a babbling new mommy “Who’s a pretty girl? Who’s a pretty girl? Oh, yes Maggie is a pretty girl. Ooooh” in no time flat…ugh. It’s funny how your daily topic of conversation goes from the political arena of the province to how many times the dog peed on the carpet today. I’m even calling home to check up on her. “Did you brush her? Is she sleeping? Did you remember to put her favorite blanket in her bed?” Ugh…I always thought dog parents were a bit nutty and now I know why. When you have this face looking up at you on a minute-by-minute basis, how can you not be a gooey mass of a human?
Her sleeping habits are well…not really sleeping as much as ‘let’s see how I can get my human mommy to open my crate. I’ll whine my head off and she can’t help but open up this damned door. Sucker…’ and so it goes. We’ve managed to get a few hours sleep and she’s getting used to us as the days wear on, but I fear this pooch is going to be so spoiled that come spring, she’ll be expecting us to buy her the little doggie booties so her precious paws don’t ever touch real pavement. OR, putting little pink bows at the top of her head or going for doggie spa days. I’m hoping it won’t come to this massive explosion of insanity, but never say nevah…she’s our precioussssssss. See? The Gollum-brain is starting to take over….Perhaps an intervention will be in order.