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Renee CK

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i don't know if i'm ready to be a mom again

Oh! Now you’re reading, huh?! :P

Yep, I decided that it was time to add another member to our family.  We’ve been pretty much the same for 6 years now and while it’s good, maybe we need more. Siblings need someone to play with.  So I went looking and found pretty much what I was looking for.

“My dachshund mix is a fixed female. She loves kids and other dogs. She likes to bug cats until a wrestling match starts. She is just over a year old and is current on all of her shots( vet records upon request). She is still working on potty training. She loves walks,trips to the park and riding in the car. Her favorite thing is to sleep under the covers after a long day. Her tricks include sit, down, paw, kiss and high five.”

Oh! You thought I was lookin’ to get knocked up again?!  He he. Nope, that ship has long since sailed and if it happens, I’ll be taking my newborn bundle directly to the urologist to raise.  However, my sweet boy mini doxie needs a friend.  His big sister was taken from us 3 years ago and with the kids back in school, I think he needs someone.  So, this baby girl is good with kids, likes to play, seems like a great family dog.  Eh, the potty training thing is most likely from enviornment and *I* can take care of that...and she’s tan to boot which means she can fit with my plan to have Kahula (my sweet boy) and Cream.  So we made her ours.  Visions of family togetherness dance in my head; happy days camping with her beside us while we eat s’mores, her snuggling in front of the stove while I cook, the kids laughter while they play tug of war with her. 

Hubby brought her home last night.  To start with, she’s bigger than I expected.  I know she’s a doxie mix, but in the pics, she looked like she was more doxie than anything.  In person she looks like she may be mixed with a beagle.  Hubby likes her size.  Kids like her so much that they open the front door for her and out she goes.  Before I knew it, the driveway monitor went off. (We have a beam across our driveway that buzzes in the house when someone breaks it letting us know someone is coming or going.)  Running out the door I see “Cream” happily running a big circle from my front yard, across the street, and into my neighbor’s front yard.  And, to boot, here comes a pedestrian.  It can’t even be one of the athletic women in her spandex biker shorts who will be mildly irritated and walk on. No, this is an elderly man with a kind heart.  Damn.  My 6 year old is chasing the dog she is referring to as “Love Dove”.  It’s a 3 ring circus as I make sure my daughter stays OUT of the street with the dog’s safety in a distant second, though I’m worried that Mr. Man will think that’s hateful...all the while Creamy Love Dove thinks it’s a fun game as we widen the circle. 

After that debacle, my son gets home, opens the front door thus starting a smaller, shorter version of the above scenario which ended when I got the brilliant idea for my son to run into the house- and the dog promptly followed.  And then it was bedtime.

I had already been told doggie loves to sleep in the bed which I don’t mind in the winter when my room is 2 degrees above freezing, but in the summer when I’m too hot to touch any part of my body to any other part, the last thing I want is my husband in bed with me, let alone a canine.  The situation was helped along by me walking into the bathroom and finding a nice bright yellow puddle on my nice white linoleum floor 5 minutes after a trip outside- and I know there was no puddle before we went out.  For discipline, I told her she could not sleep on the bed with us.  She seemed at a loss when I kept kicking her off.  She then began to wander the house.  She came with a crate so I thought, maybe she needs a smaller space to calm herself down. So I put her in the master bathroom. (After putting the trash can up because she’s also a kleenex eater.)  The next 45 minutes were filled with fussing and crying (me) and her whining and pacing the bathroom.  As with my children, I *knew* that the minute I went in would be the exact moment before she calmed down.  But it wasn’t. And I went in.  So then she wandered the house again.  Seriously folks, it was 3 before she (and I) went to bed- both of us in my bed.

My fussing and crying last night was the thought process of “why am I doing this again?”  I’ve been through potty training, 4 times. (2 kids, 2 dogs)  I’ve done the sleepless nights filled with crying youngsters 3 times. (2 kids, 1 dog)  I know what our life entails as it was yesterday afternoon.  I have 2 kids who need discipline and routine to become as well behaved as my doxie is- until a tennis ball is pulled out, then he loses his ever lovin’ mind. But that is manageable. No tennis balls in the house and if you are outside not wanting to toss a ball for your entire stay, don’t start.  WHY did I need to add to that?  Why couldn’t I leave well-enough alone?  Kahlua and I aren’t any happier.  However, the kids love the dog. (Well, my daughter is annoyed with her habit of making ANY stuffed toy a chew toy, thus disturbing her extensive Webkiz collection. But, if she shuts her door, that goes away.)  Husband loves the dog.  And none of the above want to call her Cream.  So, we have to vote on a name tonight.  The choices are Cream, Love Dove, Betty, and my new thought, Bailey.

There is a silver lining. Having a puppy in the house means you have to keep it picked up and since they aren’t my toys, I’m not doing the extra work!

Enjoy!
Renee