I might be on a blogging hiatus. That, or this blog is going to throw up Lenny all over itself.
If having a puppy is anything like having a small child, I’m decades away from being “ready”. Lenny is probably the cutest thing I’ve ever laid eyes on, so his Houdini-like skills and intense spurts of whimpering every three hours throughout the night go without resentment. Chris has been a stay-at-home dad our first week with Lenny, and I’ve been taking the early morning shift before work. If this is a foreshadowing of a future with kids…it’s damn good birth control. I’m usually an expert on operating with little sleep, but this week I’ve been dragging. Yesterday mid-extraction I just didn’t have any energy left to get that sucker out of there. I used a lifeline and let the boss whip it out. Apparently, I’m tired.
But despite the low-quality sleep I’ve been getting, I look forward to waking up to him and coming home to him with sheer excitement.
Most All puppies are undeniably cute, but something about it being your puppy gives you a bias that could make others throw up a little in their mouths. I think Lenny is just perfect. His love for bathroom mats, gnawing on skin, and escape-artist abilities prove otherwise, but I’m satisfied living in denial. For me, he’s perfect.