I get MANY comments referencing the fact that I have so many kids. On Twitter, on Facebook, on my Blog, at the store, at the school and it just keeps happening. I am NOT a saint. I am just the mom of many. Three of which I obtained through marriage, but am quite proud to call them my kids. This is really not the point of this post, though.
So with lots of kids, many wonder how I find time to write, get out, hang with friends, clean my house, and do lots of other things that weird people actually ask about. At any rate, while I do find time management to be somewhat of a problem for me, I spend loads of time with my family and love every second of it. I have to make time for the rest of my life.
So with already a jam packed house that seems to be bursting at the seems with seven people, within the last five years we added four dogs (Shih-tzus), a cat, mice and a tank full of fish. About a week ago, a family friend of ours (teenage boy) found himself looking for a home for his dog. The dog is a Boston Terrier – six months old, so .. rather a puppy. And what do I do? I offer to give it a home. Honestly, my intentions were good. The kids in a bad spot right now. The family is staying with someone to help that family out and that family (one member) is being a pain about the dog and made them get rid of it. So I said I’d keep it until they found a place to live that would accept it. This appeased the teenager, but the dad made it sound a little more permanent when I spoke to him. I’m not sure what’s going on at this point, BUT we have a new puppy.
This is Louie. This seems to fit him for some reason. I have no experience with Boston’s except that I have always found them cute. It’s day five and I’m not sure if we are doing well or not.
- He follows me everywhere. Okay for now, but will this stop? I would really like to pee in peace again. It would be nice not to have a dog that does not need to accompany me up and down the stairs, in and out of the garage, up and down the halls, in and out of the kitchen, the bedroom…. and maybe, just maybe there will come a day where I can actually take a shower without little beady eyes staring at me through the curtain or lapping up water out of the bathtub or off my leg as I step out of the shower.
- He snores. Alot. Like – All.The.Time. Loudly. It’s cute, but there is no way I’m sleeping next to that. He sleeps with the kids!
- He randomly whines. Sometimes while he is just sitting there. Sometimes he wakes up doing it. I don’t know what’s wrong. He usually comes and attacks my face with kisses at that point. Which brings me to the next point.
- He is the sweetest thing in the world, but gives so many kisses you can’t breathe. He will literally attack your face with his tongue. And omg, make sure you breathe through your nose and not your mouth, because as soon as you open it… yeah. I feel like I need a bath 80 times a day and I love that he is so sweet but man that’s a lot of kissing. I don’t even kiss my husband that much!
- Either he doesn’t know his name is Louie or he’s the most stubborn dog I have ever owned. He has the attention span of a flea and doesn’t respond about 50% of the time that you say Louie unless you say it in your sweetest, most preschool-esk sounding voice.
- He sleeps behind me on the couch. Yes, behind me. If I sit up for even a second, he crawls behind me and tries to get comfy and then lays down and sleeps. He very obviously does not care about my comfort. Possibly not even his either. I like my pillow better.
- He chews on everything. Anything. Soft. Hard. Cement. Rubber. Cloth. I don’t think he really cares. If he can fit it in his mouth somehow, he will. And does. And I have so many puppy toys all over my house I’m going to break my neck one of these days. He prefers walls. And furniture. Not the elevety-bazillion toys we bought.
With all that said, we do adore him. He has only been here a week, and I’ve seen loads of improvement since day one, so I’m giving it time. Thankfully I have loads of patience and he’s a total sweetheart. 🙂