I Live in a Zoo

No, I mean for real. I think we now qualify as a zoo. I blame my mother. (Always blame your mother if you can. It’s just best that way.)  Growing up I wanted a kitten.  I asked for one for my birthday and Christmas and Saturdays, and, well, a lot.  I was told no. You see, my mother is a clean freak neat person and the idea of cat hair and a litter box were out of the question. (We had a non-shedding Old English Sheepdog).

On those days I was begging and whining being very reasonable about my request, and she still said no, I countered with, “When I grow up, I’m going to have a cat and a house full of animals!” And she would say, “That’s fine when it’s your house, but don’t expect me to visit.”

Well, I grew up and have a house full of animals. So there, Mom. Ppbblllttt!  Also, I married a fellow animal hoarder  lover who does nothing but enable me.  He has called me from work out of the blue to bring home three cats, and now, this:

Meet Paisley

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

He likes to say these things are my idea, but they’re not.  I saw a picture of Paisley posted on Facebook by a friend who was fostering her.  I said to Sean, “Can we get her? She’s sooo cute!”  He said no.  As I expected him to do.  He’s supposed to be the voice of reason here.  I mean, we do already have 2 cats, a tortoise, 2 soon to be 6 chickens, fish, and a guinea pig. Of course we don’t need another dog. Then yesterday she was at his work (our friend works there too) and Sean saw her and texted me a picture of her asking if this was our new dog.

Uh, YES!!!

I am not the voice of reason.  That is not my role in our relationship.  It’s my mother’s fault.

So we now have a 14 week old Chihuahua puppy named Paisley.  She is super sweet and the girls are in love.

She was hit by a car before she was rescued. One of her back legs was broken pretty badly.  Surgery was done to fix it, but it’s not healing as it should, so she will likely lose that leg. (FYI She will be just fine with three legs and not in chronic pain, which is the goal.)

She is the super star in our house already.  The girls can’t leave her alone.  In fact, I have learned the purpose of dual timers on a single oven, so I can time turns holding the dog and time outs simultaneously.  Both events are related.  She captured the hearts of a lot of people while she was being fostered, so she has a blanket and her own princess chair and some shirts (and maybe a couple more now).

And we are officially a zoo.  I’m planning to start charging admission.

The princess on her throne

In honor of our new puppy, I thought I’d do a little series on puppies and getting the right one for you next week.  If you have any questions, fire away and I’ll try to answer them.


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  1. Kristin
    Twitter: kristinglas
    says:

    She is pretty darn cute. Laila is desperate to get in line for a turn holding her.
    Kristin´s last post ..The Biggest Hurdle

  2. Jen @ Lita's World
    Twitter: litasworld
    says:

    I LOVE PAISLEY!!! she’s precious…oh I’m so glad you got her!!
    Jen @ Lita’s World´s last post ..England – Liverpool

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  1. […] Paisley, a tiny little dog, wormed her way into our hearts and home. Before we got her, she had been hit by a car. Surgery was done to try to fix the breaks, but it didn’t heal right. On Friday, we had her right rear leg amputated. a little drugged up […]