Okay, if this much time and effort goes into bringing a wee little doggy home, then I don’t think I’ll ever have children--ever—good God, it’s insane!
Colby and I went to Wal-Mart and Petco yesterday armed with my list of “must buys” that I’d compiled after scouring every single “Bringing Home Puppy” site on the web… and y’all, I’m not kidding you when I say that in a single day I spent HUNDREDS on this dog. And that’s not even including the big ticket items like the bed and crate that still must be tackled this evening.
I just can’t help spoiling her rotten—when I think of the life she’s had so far, all I want to do is hug her, and since I can’t do that yet, I just buy her things! Like biscuits, and toys, and nifty little food bowls, and biscuits, and most importantly the collar.
It’s ladybugs! And shamrocks! And it’s her color!
Because, you know, she has colors… pink and red… for those of you who couldn’t make it to the puppy shower but still want to send gifts...
Anyway, it’s probably a good thing I couldn’t take her home on Friday as I’d originally planned, because this has really involved a hell of a lot of logistics. Like, baby gates. I had to find the perfect baby gates to put in the kitchen. They have a door that opens—a DOOR! So I don’t have to take them down and put them back up every day—I’m THRILLED!! (I’ve become that person that talks about nothing but their children—only it’s a dog—not only a dog, a dog that I don’t actually have yet…)
And I’m terrified that she won’t like me—that I’ll put her in her crate on the way home from the vet (just like I’m supposed to), walk her on a leash outside for 20 minutes so she can get used to her surroundings (just like I’m supposed to), and bring her inside still on her leash (just like I’m supposed to—can you tell I’ve been reading waaaay too much?)—and she’ll turn tail and bolt, because good God, this woman is insane, who owns that much Gone With the Wind crap?? Are those RATS up on that shelf?? You have got to be kidding me, there’s no DOGGY DOOR?? And obviously, running the streets with your bitches (see, haha, funny, it’s a dog joke!) is far better than living in a home filled with miniature Scarlett’s staring creepily at you from every angle, two rodents who have outlived their lifespan, and NO DOGGY DOOR—GOOD GOD WHAT WAS I THINKING???
But her collar is cute.
Wow, you've flipped! But the collar is sooo cute! And don't worry, she'll LOVE you. Why wouldn't she? It's not like you're going to dress her in baby clothes and walk her down the street in a carriage. (Good God, are you???)
Posted by: Shani | September 05, 2005 at 02:45 AM
The collar is so cute! I love the ladybugs!
So when is Ellie coming home? Aww I'm so excited for you!
Posted by: Jass | September 05, 2005 at 08:20 AM
She'll love you. And the collar. And all the doggy accessories. How could she not?!
Posted by: Léonie | September 06, 2005 at 06:35 PM
Well, compared to the alternative, I'm sure she'll be very happy.
Just remember those two important things... you know, food and water. Luckily, she can get her own air.
Kidding, she'll love you! Duh
Posted by: brittany | September 06, 2005 at 06:46 PM
As a mother I guess I should worry about the financial investment here, but on the other hand (Fiddler on the Roof wise) I guess you are being a responsible mother in making the proper preparations, etc. I just love the name - we are good, aren't we???
Posted by: Mama | September 06, 2005 at 08:11 PM
i can't believe you are not even considering Scarlett for this dog's name. hasn't she been through enough, hasn't she not given up, aren't you seing to it that she never goes hungry again!! Let me know what you think by tomorrow
Posted by: greta | September 07, 2005 at 02:33 AM