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Sunday, October 22, 2006Puppy loveOkay, the squirrels didn't get me. But we did get a new puppy, and while he's cute as the dickens, he's worse than a baby. (Disclaimer: I *know* my dog is not a baby. I don't wish to suggest that my plight comes anywhere near the pain and suffering of a new mother. But there are comparisons that beg to be drawn.) This furry little baby considers our entire house his diaper. He already has teeth--lots of sharp little ones, which he uses on our hands and feet, and our antique furniture and carpets, with gleeful enthusiasm. And in the three-and-a-half days we've had him, he's steamed through the sweet infant period, and is now a bizarre amalgam of willful toddler and randy adolescent, and has begun to hump everything. My kids' swingset is getting more action than I am. What? You say this cute puppy-time will go fast? That I'll look back on it fondly? I know you're right (I hope). And in a few years when people who had an actual baby on Thursday will still be wiping noses and trying to get Sesame Street music out of their heads, my "baby" will be hitting middle age. I shudder to think what his mid-life crisis will be like. posted by Donna Birdsell at 8:11 PM Previous Posts:
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