Take a look at the love of my life.
The other guy is my husband.
Just kidding, honey. 😉
I am not a dog person. Not that I don’t like dogs, especially small ones. But I never fancied myself the type that would treat a dog like it was a human member of the family. And then I met Chewii.
If you’re not one of those dog people, you probably want to stop now.
We picked her up last weekend. I agreed to get a dog when we moved, and we thought we wanted a slightly older dog and a small breed. And then I met Chewii. She’s a little less than 4 months old, and a Border Collie mix so while she won’t be huge, she won’t be tiny either (we’re thinking around 30 lbs., give or take, as an adult).
The girls named her. No, it has nothing to do with Star Wars. When we met her, she was fascinated with the leather strap of my purse and kept trying to gnaw on it as puppies do. I imagine Laini’s contribution to the name was the spelling, to throw in a reference to her favorite video game.
Against any measure of common sense, we took her home last weekend, knowing full well that Eric was leaving for a 5 day trip the following day. The good news is that Chewii and I have had a chance to really bond. She’s 11 lbs. of pure love. The bad news is that I already forgot what it was like to have a moment to myself. Thankfully, she has gotten into the habit of passing out for a few hours nap as soon as the girls leave for school in the morning. I get my time off when I go to San Francisco next week for Dreamforce.
Having experience both ways, puppies are harder than newborns. At least the human babies wear diapers and don’t require you to go outside in the middle of nor’easters.