When my husband and the kids decided we had to have a dog or our lives would never be complete, I fought long and hard. Eventually, I was dismissed and the decision was made to get a dog. The deal was that we would get the dog in the summer because the kids would be home to take care of it. Of course, Husband found a puppy in February and filled out the paperwork. By Valentine’s Day we had a puppy. So that’s one deal broken. {sigh}

When we picked up the dog, the lady who was handling the adoption assured us they would spay the puppy. Then, what do you know? They didn’t spay the dog. My guess is that once you’ve adopted the dog, regardless of what they’ve promised, it’s your problem now. Buyer beware. Fine. We’ll spay the damn dog. So that’s the second deal broken. {sigh}

We were all set to have the dog spayed. Guess what? I’ll tell you what so you won’t be completely freaked out like I was: If you don’t have your dog spayed? She has a period. She bleeds all over your house, your carpet, your blankets, and wherever else she damn well feels like it. I hate my own period; you can imagine how I feel about a dog’s period. Oh, and by the way, you have to wait another two weeks to have the dog spayed. {sigh}

The silver lining of this story: I told my friend Emily about the dog and the mess and do you know what she said to me?

“So. . . it’s like The Red Pup-Tent?”

That one little comment made everything else tolerable. I love my funny friends.