In typical MF fashion, earlier this summer when my Mom voiced her concern about going to see her Mom and sister (in Clemson and Atlanta, respectively) a month after the puppies were born I said, OH SURE you should absolutely abandon me with nine dogs for a week--Preston and I would LOVE to take care of them! It won't be too hard! They'll still be itsy bitsy bundles of sweetness and love at one month old.
And this would be true, if itsy bitsy bundles of sweetness and love really means eating and pooping machines with teeth and claws like very small, but VERY SHARP, razors. OK so that's sort of an exaggeration. But for serious. When my Mom left, they were just beginning to climb over the walls of the baby pool where they had spent their first four weeks. Their mother was still nursing them, so they had no need to eat real food (and poop real poops). They basically ate, slept, and peed. A magical life. And then my Mom left me with them and they decided that NOW would be the time to turn into little devils. Cute, fuzzy little devils, but still. Devils.
The mother started weaning this week (totally understandable--I wouldn't let those teeth near my nipples for a hot minute...and believe me...the puppies have tried--through my shirt, that is), which means the majority of my day is filled with 1) making puppy mush (I should probably tell my Mom never to use her potato masher again...oops), 2) cleaning up SO MUCH POOP, 3) doing the puppies' laundry (blankets, towels, etc.), and 4) being their very favorite human chew toy (who really needs toes, anyway?).
So I'm sorry I've been such a lame ass blogger this week. It's really been ALL PUPPY ALL DAY EVERYDAY here. Not the best of weeks. I've had my fair share of breakdowns. And I'm pretty sure I definitely have not showered every day. YEP I'm gross.
Nevertheless, though, some highlights from the last week include: a perfect two days in Wintergreen with Margaret and Graelyn, falling particularly in love with one puppy-a chocolate boy (not the one we'd planned to take...we'll see what happens), a FANTASTIC and oh my gosh so fun night out with Ab and Massey, a positively perfect dinner with our lovely French hosts and an old teacher of mine, lunch downtown with a working woman friend, Wine and Board Games night at Liz's new place, and tonight, dinner at Kitchen 64 (YUM!) with some St. Catherine's friends. Being the good documentarian/stalker that I am, I have oodles of pictures from all of the above, so they should pop up this weekend, when we're staying at Preston's parents' house. Where there is wireless. And therefore, a GOD. That's right, people. I'm posting tonight JUST FOR YOU from my Mom's dial up internet. It makes me hurt just to type "dial up internet."
So when I sit down and reflect on the week, I see that it really hasn't been all puppy all day every day. That's just what it's mostly been. And it hasn't been all bad--the pups really are ridiculously cute, complete with floppy ears, perfect little eyes and tongues and tummies, puppy breath, and wrinkly skin just waiting to be filled out. But still. Couldn't have asked for better birth control.
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