The 12 Days of Libbie: Day 4

Dear Libbie,

So much happened in your fourth month! Looking back through the pictures, I can tell you were a very busy baby.

You:

--had a week-long visit from Nana (AKA The Grand Spoiling)
--went to our triplet friends' first birthday party
--went with Mommy to BlissDom
--started wearing cloth diapers
--enjoyed visits from Mommy's work friends and supper club friends at our house

One thing I remember very vividly about that month, though, is that it's when we gave our dog, Chester, away.

I hope you'll understand this when you're older and begging us for a pet: we loved you more than we loved that dog. A lot more! {What my parents told me a lot when recalling the story of how Buttons the Dog tried to rip my ear off.} And there IS a reason we might never want a dog again.

Libbie, that dog woke up more than you did. And while he was very, very sweet with you, he did not care for the lack of attention from your Mom and Dad.



Honestly, sometimes I still wish for a pooch to cuddle--you don't enjoy cuddling much these days except before bed. But I think it was a wise decision for us. I'm guessing he is much happier with people who have a backyard and time to walk him and enjoy him.

So try to understand, honey, when you ask us about having a dog and we say NO. It's not because we don't love you. I promise. It's because we had one too many nights of getting up not only two or three times with you, but also four or five times with the dog; too many mornings of waking up to pee and poop on our nice kitchen floor; too much worrying about you stuffing dog hair in your mouth.

How about a nice goldfish?

Love,
Mommy

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Our Mutt

What always happens when I talk to someone about how I'm not sure if we should keep Chester, is he is all cute when I get home and I love him to pieces.

Yes, you can think I am an evil, but I am not a very good doggy "mom." We don't go on nearly enough walks to keep Chester entertained. We have no backyard and no place where he can run freely. We barely have any room inside the house where he can run around. He also whines at 5:00 in the morning when he wants to go outside, and I've been worried about getting up with a baby and getting up with the dog.

But today I was thinking about it all over again, telling someone maybe we should look for a new home for him; and then I get home and Chester is cuddly, he played with his octopus, we went on a walk, and he was all lovey. And I do love him, really. Not like some women love their dogs, but enough. Despite the shedding, running eyes, and $150 vet bills every time we go (stinking infections).

Oh, Chester.

Random Factoids You Never Wanted to Know

picture is of my sweet puppy. have to remember that I like him when he wakes me up every morning before 6 howling to go outside ... arggggh.

Strange things about me:

I am neither a morning or night person. I just like to sleep.

I gulp down my coffee. It has been brought to my attention that normal people sip theirs and it lasts a while. :)

I won't watch Bambi. It's scary.

I love my job but I hate working. I really just want to stay at home, take care of my home, and eventually be a mommy!

I have been home, awake, for a total of about 5 hours in the last 5 days.