John and I decided on names for the pups! FINALLY! I haven’t named any living thing besides my dear sweet Teddy (in doggy heaven) and probably some fish and hamsters from back in elementary school. The white pup is named Rocky and the brown pup is Charlie. Charlie was almost Farley, but I told John that I would call him Far-Far as a nickname, and then it was inevitable that Far-Far would turn into Fart-Fart and then just plain old Fart. That wouldn’t be nice of me, considering that I’m his mama. So to prevent me from teaching our dog that his name is remnant of nasty butt expulsions, Charlie was the safe way to go.
Right now they’re sleeping, just the way I like it. I feel like I didn’t know that I was pregnant and dropped to twin boys during America’s Funniest Home videos last Sunday night (is that show even on any more? Bob Saget is good at playing the wholesome family man while his comedic act is directed towards dirty-minded adults). Even if I did have a surprise puppy birth in the bathroom while in the middle of Sunday night shows, I am ecstatic to have dogs of my own. The supervision and attention they require is overwhelming at times, but we are finally falling into a routine with them and it is getting easier day by day. And that is that. Now I must go wake my sweet little dreamers up for their midnight poo.
oof oof!
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October 14, 2008 at 4:34 am
Poo jokes are second best.