Jay and I decided to spend our first year of marriage footloose and fancy free, which means we will not parent any pets requiring regular bathroom trips. Just a few months after our wedding, I began to wonder if our commitment COULD function as more of a suggestion than a rule, and I began subtly hinting that Jay surprise me with a Cavapoo pup one day soon. And by subtly hinting, I mean I gave him the name and location of a breeder.
But then, in a clever scheme, he
brought a friend’s puppy home for us to puppysit, and I spent four
hours trying to keep our house intact and the puppy alive; and when the
dog went home, I fell into bed, exhausted; and is there such a thing as a
puppy playpen? (please let there be).
In a surprising twist that you
did not see coming, I have suggested an amendment to our commitment: two
years without pets. At least two. Which brings me to my final point:
shout out to all the parents of puppies and, even more impressive:
humans. You are heroes, and I salute you. (And also: how do you look so
chipper and have energy to do important things, like talk and eat?)
Happy almost-weekend, my friends!
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