"Where's My Baby?"

"My husband and I are either going to buy a dog or have a child. We can't decide whether to ruin our carpets or ruin our lives."
-- Rita Rudner

So, funnny. I was again pouring my cereal into my bowl {yes, pre-coffee} and I poured a'lil bit too much. No problem, give it to the dog I thought. And then it occured to me I don't have a dog. My dod died last year in august, right after I got engaged. I held her as she died, because I told her I would never leaver, never ever. And I never did. I am proud of myself for that one.

And then a miraculous thing happened, my parents got another dog last October. And she was cute and smart and sweet and all of those things puppies are. But she wasn't Sugar. And isn't that what we were all looking for on some level? Sugar was gone and our new puppy solidified that. Diva was here now. Sugar's old toys were adopted by her and she even lays in Her "spots" around the house. But the biggest thing Diva did to show us she wasn't Sugar, wasn't Sugar, was be stingy with the kisses. Diva, didn't give kisses like Sugar. Sugar would love to kiss and sit on your lap and look dreamily into your eyes. We were her world. And Diva, well Diva had a whole new world to explore, and she didn't have the time for TONS of kisses. If Diva came up to you, its because she'd rather bite your nose then give kisses. Trust me watch your face.

So Diva, needed "classes" because she was such a dominant doggie. So my parents did that, and Diva still peed and bit and then one day, after much anguish, Diva stopped being bad. Just like that. And she is such a good dog, so different from Sugar, with such a cute happy little friendly personality as opposed to Sugar's controlling, and some what snotty personality. Diva wants to be your friend, go places, do things while Sugar wanted to sit on your lap, give you kisses and watch tv.

Then Diva got "fixed". And the poor baby had her due claws taken off. And she hurt soooo badly. But Diva isn't a baby, she still wanted to take walks and run and play, even with that funky collar on. So the other day I noticed Diva liked it when I rubbed her belly around her stitches. Just like Sugar, Sugar loved her belly rubbed. But Diva never did. And now she LOVES it. She gives kisses more and more, and even comes when I say "where's my baby?" ~she knows that's her. She's our baby.

But Diva lives with my parents and I live here now. And I don't see her everyday anymore. And I want a puppy so bad. But I can't take care of one right now. Maybe next year, after the wedding. I don't know. But I want a doggie to give my extra cereal to, and take on walks and get kisses from. I can't help it. I'm a dog person.

"He is your friend, your partner, your defender, your dog. You are his life, his love, his leader. He will be yours, faithful and true, to the last beat of his heart. You owe it to him to be worthy of such devotion"
-- Unknown

I talk to him when I'm lonesome like; and I'm sure he understands. When he looks at me so attentively, and gently licks my hands; then he rubs his nose on my tailored clothes, but I never say naught thereat. For the good Lord knows I can buy more clothes, but never a friend like that. ~W. Dayton Wedgefarth