What did we just do???

My favorite stage of raising kids is most definitely the one we are in right now.  My kids are old enough to take care of their basic needs.  They know what is expected of them.  My only real issues are molding their character.  The days of having 3 kids under the age of 5 is now but a distant, blurred, memory.

We are animal lovers.  All 5 of us.  Except one of the 5, (Andy), didn’t want to own one.  It’s not that he doesn’t like animals, because he really does.  He just doesn’t want the hassle of taking care of one. 4 of us didn’t find that reason enough not to have a family pet.  So for 2 years, we’ve been talking, begging, subtle hinting, and not so subtle hinting that we wanted a dog.  Neely would sneak little notes in her dad’s lunch box about what a great dad he was and how much she wanted a dog. I would forward cute pictures.  Carson would lay on the guilt trip about how he was the only kid at school who didn’t have a pet.  Then one day, he agreed, but with stipulations of breed and age.

Enter Izzy.  We have prayed for, anticipated, and dreamed of Izzy.  The cuteness was just almost too much.  So we brought her home.  And just like that, I now have another cute, small, bundle of joy to be responsible for.  Here are the things about new puppies that you consciously shove into the back of your mind when deciding to get one.

  • They need constant supervision
  • They really, really, love to chew things
  • You can’t just leave them in the backyard because they cry, and then wiggle their little bodies under the fence.
  • They really, really, love to chew things.
  • They don’t realize the world, including your house, isn’t their restroom.
  • They really, really, love to chew things.
  • You spend lots of money on toys, only for them to play with the ice cube you dropped.
  • They really, really love to chew things.
  • You, literally, can not take your eyes off them while they are awake.
  • They don’t like the crate.
In the wake of the whirlwind named Izzy, I find myself wondering what has happened to my usually sensible self. Just exactly what did I just do????

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