It was our one year anniversary of being married and Nath and I thought we would mark the milestone by buying a puppy. Her name was Bear (Chocolate Bear to be precise- we were going through a ‘Scrubs’ stage. Named after Turk.) she was a Puggalier.
She was cute and fun when she wasn’t peeing on the carpet or making me cry with frustration. After a year I decided that I couldn’t handle the psycho little power pack (mainly because the house we were living in was very small and we were also about to move into a share house) so my kind parents offered to have her for a year, then our other lovely friends for another year until we got a bigger house.
Yesterday, after two years we were reunited with the little ball of fun. She has come home to stay and I must say… I’m actually really glad she is back. I did really miss her (although I never let on to Nath).
For a couple of years now Nath has been saying that I gave away his child. I sort of did. I keep assuring him though, that I will never give away our future unborn children when they annoy me. I don’t think he believes me. I guess I will have to prove that one to him in time.
It’s all worked out pretty well though… everyone else got her through her psycho puppy years and now we get to enjoy her.
That was the plan all along.