Pip and Pup, and I'm Still Up
|Pippi and Ginger|
Ginger has met, but not yet been appreciated by our cat, Noah (which you can read more about on "I, Noah Cat" blog - to the right =>).
Pippi, our aging Golden Retriever, however, is accepting Foster Mom duties very well - letting Ginger cozy up and sleep, and correcting her with low growls and bared teeth when she gets a bit too rambunctious! Many years back she was the puppy being mothered by our old Golden, Nutmeg, aka "Meg", so it's payback time!
I am tired. I have not had a puppy for a LONG time. I'd forgotten it's like having a baby that can already walk and run, puts everything in its pin-filled mouth, and poops and pees at will without benefit of a diaper.
I haven't had a full night's sleep since she arrived as she whines to go out every few hours. I've memorized the path from bedroom to leash to crate to front door without opening my eyes. I've become accustomed to standing outside in pj's in freezing temps because I don't have time to grab my coat (I have not yet put it on my memorized route for some reason). So far I've always had shoes on. However, I have stepped in more doggie-droppings in the past 4 nights than I have in my whole life...it's hard to see in the dark with wet brown leaves on the ground...well, and trying to stay asleep through the process.
But all in all, it's worth it for the puppy kisses, and the warm, fuzzy, limp and happy puppy body curled up asleep in a lap. Babies and puppies...God made them cute, so you'd keep them and love them in spite of all the bother!!
Merry Christmas to all!