I bought a puppy.
My parenting skills can be called into question at any given moment. My son broke his two small toes once. I laughed so hard all of the way to the hospital, I had to pull the car over so he could find something to cover his foot so I couldn't see it anymore. When we arrived at the Emergency Room, they had to tend to me first because I was hyperventilating from laughing so much at my son's foot.
Dog raising, however, is actually my skillset and I take that very seriously.
His name is Ruckus. I thought of buying a cat, but honestly, I believe that cats have a hidden agenda that I haven't quite figured out yet.
a lot after you pet them?
I really am a "dog person," though. I hope my dog likes me. The other day, I left him outside too long . I noticed that he had whittled a knife out of a milkbone...and he left a wet chew toy at the top of the stairs...and the other day when I was taking a bath he fetched me the hairdryer. Overall we are getting along just fine. My son didn't start whittling weapons until he was at least two, so I am a tad concerned.
My son wants the dog to stay inside so I am housetraining it. I am NOT understanding why he eats so little, yet so much comes out.
Sometimes we go for a walk.
Ruckus has been transplanted to this strange, beautiful wonderland called my home. I am already behind on everything there is to be behind on, but sitting here watching him chase his tail over and over again in an endless loop of tail-chasing, stopping only to kill his chicken themed squeaky toy I realize that my home will never again be the same and I think I'm gonna like it that way.