Dog training books, bottles of water, a sippy cup with the last dredges of milk left from this day, and a banana peel are laying like shrapnel around my work area here and I’m finally plugged into the smooth sweet tunes of Joe Purdy (God bless him), taking my lovely time to click through some pics from the last few days.
What a roller coaster they’ve been. I joked about getting a new puppy and how it would probably feel like we’ve welcomed a new baby again, but Lord have mercy on me these 3 a.m. wake up pleas to go outside have been brutal. I didn’t have those last few weeks of anxious light sleep and awesome anticipation of a pregnancy coming to the end to prepare me for this exhaustion. It’s kind of funny, actually, since just two weeks ago I had mentioned to a friend that in my ideal world, I would be that person who would wake at 5 a.m., have some quiet work time in the morning before the boys were awake and attacking their day (and mine, ha), and go to bed earlier. My sweet, although loud, new pup has dragged me into my ideal world’s new routine. And I enter it begrudgingly, mourning the loss of an extra two hours of blissful sleep, over a hot pot of coffee at 5:05 a.m. while she nips happily at my toes.
My toes aren’t the only ones she’s nipping at, either.
She has managed to find a pretty good hidey hole underneath our ottoman, although she’s not going to fit under there much longer.
There’s wild yapping and teasing, and unless you’re quite sure of the origin, it’s hard to spot her unless the Ellie Dawg is trying to draw her out.
Ok that’s just funny. It looks like I’ve smashed her under the ottoman.
I didn’t, by the way.
She gets about nine kinds of crazy when she teases Ellie.
And then there’s the howling. Thank goodness this wasn’t at 5 a.m.
It’s like the black hole under there. Poor Ellie.
Oh the stand off. The final showdown.
I am tired.
But she is still awesome.