Sweet Puppy

For the last year, Chris has been after me to add a pup to our chaotic brood. I have explained to him time and time again that a puppy right now would push me right over the edge of my sanity. (And it is a very fine edge indeed.) I've got nothing left to give. Not right now.

Every once and awhile though, I get soft and imagine how sweet and nice a little puppy would be in our home. This happened last weekend when my cousin Ali brought over her new dog Ringo. (Side note: my Aunt went away for the weekend and my 17 year old cousin bought a dog. Ha. Let the fireworks begin, right?)

But look at this sweet face:

Hard to resist, isn't it? Even harder when your children are squealing with delight over the little pup. Griffin would not let the puppy go. Aidan kept kissing his fur. Brennan sat quietly and softly petted Ringo's puffy white fur with the most gentle touches. My children were in love.

I was a little in love too. I even started to consider life with a pup running with and after the boys. This nice warm and fuzzy feeling stayed with me as I watched sweet little Ringo pee all over my foyer. I then watched as Griffin started to play in the dog urine and Brennan stepped into the mess in his socks and tracked it all over the house.

I think I can resist the dog thing a little longer.