why

i decided months ago, i wanted to start writing a blog about being a mother to dogs. there isnt a day that goes by that they do something to make me at least smile, if not laugh. for example. i have a dog, who loves all beverages, but mostly coffee. i cannot turn my back for a second with out turning back around to find here eyeballs deep in my coffee cup. some would find this annoying. some would get mad. i just laugh. 'get your face out of my coffee!' . or 'HEY! do you mind? ' she may not be a human, who replies with words, but her face says it all : no mum, i dont mind. this new dark roast you bought is lovely. shes 5. my first dog. and outside of my fiance, shes the love of my life.

dispte the fact that i am fully aware it was MY idea to get a puppy, i ask out loud almost daily 'whos idea was it to get a flippin puppy?'

it was mine. which i imagine, is why she chooses my shoes to chew , my carigans to hump, and  my underwear to theive from the hamper and carry around for company to see. at 15 months old, shes entered the 'wonderful world' of teenager, i may as well be living with a 14 year old girl. shes 5 lbs of attitude, arguing, selective hearing, and talks back. i am always being told how cute she is. yes im aware. 'oh i could just put her in my purse and steal her' yes. you could. but within 24 hours, you would bring her back i assure you.

as i am typing, i hear the familiar slurp slurp of a dogs tongue in a cup. i turn to find the big one drinking daddys ginger ale. now, the question is, do i remove the cup, and replace the ginger ale in a clean cup, or do i leave the little bit of soda in the cup, and let him drink it non the wiser that its got doggie back wash it ?

in the next 8 weeks there will be an addition to the pack. the birth mother of the little one is coming to live with us, as her new fur ever home. i am so excited. we'll have small, medium, and large. we are becoming a pack of 3, and i must work harder to hold my position as pack leader. i look forward to the challenge.

i should probably explain my dogs. they are chinese cresteds. now, YEEEEEEEEEES. i know i know . thats the breed that always wins the ugliest dog contests. if i had a dollar. NO $.25 for every person who felt the need to point this out to me, as if i didnt already know i would be rich. so rich that i could afford to pay a person to sit at a computer and type out the words that i dictate to them, while pacing a massive studio, in my silk house coat , smoking a pipe. I KNOW. what people dont realize is that a) i have the internet, this information is not new to me b) the chinese cresteds that are entered into those contests and win are usually a mix of chinese crested and something esle and c) they are usually old, and with health problems. thus causing droopy faces, tongues sticking out, wonky hair and those moles that people find so ugly. i for one, think they are adorable and i feel compelled to say loudly, EVERY ONE GETS OLD AND UGLY EVENTUALLY.

it is now time for me to get showered and ready for work. i must remove the dog on my lap, that much like velcro must be pulled away, even though its stuck there pretty good.