I don't know whether I've lost my mind or if my ovaries are bored, but lately, I've had both babies AND puppies on the brain. Now I know that deep down, I don't REALLY want to go back to that whole beginning stage of sleep deprivation and cleaning up poo every ten minutes. But, that certainly hasn't stopped me from obsessing over them nonetheless.
It all started when I met the new baby that some friends of ours recently adopted. He was truly the most precious little thing, all snuggly and sweet and smelling like baby goodness. I seriously could not get enough of his tiny little head resting against my chest as I automatically went into that whole back and forth rocking thing your body instantly does when holding a newborn. It got me to thinking that maybe WE should adopt.
But I soon remembered how much I like my sleep and my last bits of sanity and my free time when the kids are at school. So I then turned my attention to the next best thing -- puppies. Perhaps Goatdog could use a playmate! And perhaps that playmate would also conveniently fit in my purse and sit in my lap on command! And unlike human babies, I could stick a young pup in a cage when I need a break!
So I've since been trolling the Adopt-A-Pet websites like it's my job, looking for a pint-sized pooch to add to our mix. My husband, naturally, thinks I've gone off the deep end since he knows full well what havoc ol' Goatdog (bless his naughty little heart) has wreaked upon our household throughout the past four years. I'll have to do some SERIOUS sweet talking to get him to butter up to the idea. However, I can be pretty darn convincing, so I'll keep you posted....