Ruckus

Success at raising a child has somehow qualified me to advance to the next level of raising things.

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.

It might appear that I have an anti-cat view and I do.  Have you ever noticed that cats lick themselves a lot after you pet them?

They are desperately trying to remove our smell.

I noticed that cats take deep advantage of their kittenhood.  They lull us into their graces and then set us up to be torn to shreds by their sly ninja reflexes.  They are nothing more than conduits of a little something I like to call:

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.

Ruckus is always in search of a new thrill.  Yesterday, he slept behind my chair instead of under it.  I am not one of those "dog whisperers," but I can read his thoughts.

Sometimes we go for a walk.

He is still adjusting to the leash.  At times, it looks like I am dragging him, but he just likes to slide, that is all.

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.