Fantasy V. Reality

This is not a new phenomenon... the idea of a puppy is far more enjoyable than the down and dirty reality of a puppy. Puppies NEED stuff; like a place to potty every two minutes.

Life was really easy with Bill. Bill holds his bladder. Bill does not crap in the house. Bill sleeps endlessly; if need be. Roger likes to get up at the crack-ass of dawn needing to pee and play. As I’ve already shared, Roger has his balls until Thursday which means he is really attached to lifting his leg. Luckily, he weighs 9 pounds so it is dribble which is mostly undetectable....until a visiting dog comes over and sprays our house in an attempt to eradicate Roger’s scent.

What have I done? And why do we do this? Why turn simplicity into complication by choice? It’s as if there is some subconscious pull whispering in your ear..."life is too easy right now Stace...muck it up...create some drama...go ahead...you really want to start looking for dropped tootsie rolls all over your house, hidden just so
you don't see'em until it's stuck to your foot..." Yes, by choice. My GF tried to say from the beginning..."babe, we don't really NEED a puppy" So I agreed we would try it for the weekend, a temporary puppy--yes, that's a good solution. Except puppies are armed with puppy squeaks and scents and behaviours that make giving the little rascal back an impossibility.

Long story short, even though I came to my senses Sunday and agreed with mama L that the NEED for a puppy was indeed non-existent...it was too late. Damage done. Roger is here to stay, and in true puppy form, he slept above my head on my pillow where I would accidentally graze his puppy package in the night and be horrified.