Yes, people, I am talking the "P" word.
No, not "pregnant".......
Pooping, peeing puppy.
As with any other unexpected family additions, you're saying:
"How did this happen?" "Don't you already have one?"
and this is what they said to Britney. And look what happened to her.
A month from now I'll be shaving my head and taking career advice from sketchy middle-Eastern con-men.
Where was I. Oh yeah- how DID this happen. All I know is my husband went back to Connecticut to visit our still-unsold house and the next thing I know he's talking about memories and time flying and fleeting childhoods and I'm pretty sure Kodak was in there somewhere, and somehow this all translated into getting the kids a puppy for Christmas.
He thinks it'll be great fun for our standard poodle too - which is kind of like telling me that he's bringing Vanessa Hudgens home to live with us and I'll love it cuz we can play together.
Also, it's going to be LARGE dog. Disguised as a small dog. Like one of those drop-in-a-glass-of-water "Crazy-Gro" dinosaurs.
As a puppy, it'll look like this:
But full-grown he'll look like this:
Which, really, is like saying "Hey- let's get a bear."
So this is where you come in, faithful reader....I need name ideas.
All we have right now is Zeus, Bear, and Thor.
And an un-named Twitter friend suggested Weenie or Booker T. Washington.