And now we have a dog.
I need to get a hold of my impulses.
Yesterday I was online looking at new running shoes and then I was like 'I wish I had someone to run with' and then I bought a dog.
As if I don't have enough going on, university, cancer recovering mother, husband, 3 boys, schzophrenic cat, not to mention the rest of my family. Now I have a very small and adorable German Shephard who is going to be enormous and will crap everywhere and probably steal the boys dinner off the dining table.
Who does this? Like if I had just walked into the pet shop and fallen in love well, then, shit, it had to be done. But I was sat at home, completely sane, browsing shoes and then BAM! I'm driving an hour and a half to fucking farm in the middle of fucking no where, the place looked straight out of a horror movie, I didn't know if I was there for a puppy or a murdering.
So, anyway, we chose the only girl left in the litter, and decided to name her Josie. At first she was the perfect dog.
Upon bringing her into our home, she bonded with our cat 'Baby' (as in- no one puts baby in the corner- Fall Out Boy song and famous 80's Patrick Swayze movie line) fairly quickly. Baby even head booped her, thats a good sign right? She whined to be let out so she could go pee pee on the lawn and when I put her in the garage for the night at 9pm (I don't really want a house dog, but a garage dog is fine) she went straight to sleep... Until midnight when she began whimpering, I was thinking that was fine, first night away from her brothers and sisters she's bound to be a bit upset. By 1230, she was howling little tiny puppy howls and this continued until 1245 wherein due to sleep deprivation and the fear she would wake the boys, I relented and got her out of the garage, that wasn't good enough. She HAD to be on my lap, something I'm not trying to encourage considering the size German Shephards get. So I was up with her until 2am, which was when she fell asleep with the cat in the cat bed and I snuck off to my own bed.
By 4am she was howling again, Bearded Wonder took over this time, she took her out to go pee pee, she didn't, she held on just long enough to get back on the shag carpet. Thanks Josie.
Since then I think I've been up, three times, to let her out, to soothe her and to pointlessly tell her to be quiet.
I should have just had another baby, at least they don't have bad breath.