I have this picture that I keep meaning to share but I’ve been holding off waiting for just the right caption to come to me.
It’s not coming.
Help me out.
How would you caption this picture of the poor sad puppy who appears to be locked out of the house by the grumpy cat?
The new puppy has arrived!
And his name is Goose.
Despite many people’s dubious reaction to his name, I’m keeping it.
Partly because within the first two hours the kids had already called him Goose 7 gazillion times (revisit the saga of Sarah Cat and wonder why I didn’t learn my lesson) and partly because I like it (and Mom still gets ultimate naming power because I did learn something from the Sarah Cat saga).
Besides, his dad’s name is Turkey so it makes perfect sense.
But now what I need is an official registered name for Goose. On paper he’s the offspring of Mr. Impressive and Fearless (none of this Turkey and Trixie business on the official documents) but so far my inspiration has only taken me as far as Super Goose.
And so, brilliant people of the internet, give me your best idea for a registered name for Goose!
Because there are some weeks that need to end on a happy note.
Ivy, Clara and I were in a car accident this week. We will all be alright, nothing but bad bruises and the only thing that won’t bounce back is the truck. Thanks to everyone who has helped us so much the last few days, life would be harder if we weren’t surrounded by such great people!
I’ve been called crazy.
But this tiny guy is only a visitor.
Besides, how could I turn him down when he, clearly, fits in so well?His name is Jasper and after our stellar first day of puppy sitting I suspect you’ll be seeing him again!
Jane is in the final phase of potty training. If she were a puppy it would be the time when they occasionally have accidents in the house and it’s usually your fault. Because even though they ask to go out most of the time sometimes they are just too distracted so you still have to be the one to pay attention or you’ll have another pee spot on the carpet.
But I was talking about potty training kids, Jane in particular. So I should say that this is the time when she occasionally has accidents and it’s usually all my fault. Because even though she goes all by herself most of the time, sometimes she is just too distracted so I still have to be the one to pay attention or I’ll have another pee spot in a terrible and ridiculous place.
Which is the main way potty training children is different than housebreaking dogs. (That and kennels. I hardly ever use kennels with the kids.) When a puppy has an accident it pees on the carpet. The only time it won’t pee on the carpet is when it goes on a rug but this will only happen if the rug is so large that it won’t fit into the washing machine. A phenomenon that is annoying but at least predictable.
Jane, has accidents in more unusual places. We hadn’t had one in two days until she crawled inside a locker at the pool. Cleaning carpets has none of the embarrassing factors that weaving through a mass of moms and kids in various states of undress with gobs of pee soaked paper towel does. And for that, I love puppies.
Another two days accident free and Jane, dissatisfied with the five unoccupied chairs, crawled onto the dining room table to play with the Legos. And then flooded it all. Pee on the table. Pee on the centerpiece. Pee on the chairs. Pee on the Legos. Pee on Jane. No pee on the please-sign-up-to-bring-stuff-to-the-fall-party-sheet Ivy brought home from school. A puppy would have peed on the carpet and then eaten that paper, saving me lots of trouble. And for that, I love puppies.
And yes, of course, I love Jane too, even when she pees in really terrible places. (I’m not even going to tell you about the poop – your welcome for that.) I was even going to put pictures of her in this post but then I was having too much fun finding puppy pictures!
My puppy that is not my puppy Digby still comes to visit us every day and I still love him.
Just in case you need a bit of a pick-me-up I’m offering him up for virtual hugging. Any day can be improved with a little bit of puppy love!
Just to clarify the “little bit” does indeed refer to the 50 pounds of tail wagging, licking and wiggling that is Digby.
A Friday ritual . A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week.
A simple, special, extraordinary moment.
A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.