i think i am officially not a dog person

My sister's dog is out of control.  Granted, Jenny is still technically a puppy.  But she is constantly seeking attention, always trying to jump on top of you, always trying to lick you all over the place, and constantly sticking her snout where it doesn't belong. 

Don't get me wrong.  She's a cute little thing.  But this dog graduated from obedience school!  You would never know that upon meeting her.  She has no idea what the word No means.

In my two days here, she has stolen my slippers, turning them into chew toys.  She also stole one of my black flats.  Fortunately, I caught her before she tore them apart (the shoe is fine, just slightly drooled on).  She steals kleenex and loves to tear it to pieces, leaving her trail of destruction all over the house.  Seriously, there are tiny pieces of tissue everywhere!

I don't know what it is.  Am I just not used to living with a dog anymore?  Or do I just prefer kitties to doggies? 

You know, Nicky and Gracie aren't perfect.  They get into their fair share of trouble.  However, they have never ruined my shoes. 

Last night, I had a dream that I was sleeping with my kitties.  It felt so real that I was kinda bummed when I woke up and realized I was in my old bed in my old bedroom and Nicky and Gracie weren't there to wake me up.

I think I'm ready to go home now.

dog meet world

As you guys know, Heidi, the family dog, passed away last month. Not too long ago, I asked the question, "How soon is too soon to get a new dog?" My mom was up for getting a new dog because she really missed Heidi. My sister was not so receptive.

But all of that changed a couple of weeks ago when my mom and sis had to dogsit for my brother's family dog. Dundee spent the week at my mom's house while my brother and his family went camping or some outdoorsy thing like that. Despite the fact that she was still hurting, my sister couldn't ignore the dog. She spent a lot of time with him during the course of the week, feeding him, playing with him, taking him on walks. She really began to miss having a dog around.

I know that people get over tragedies differently. And I really thought that my sis would be sad for a long time. But thanks to Dundee, the healing process was short.

After an unsuccessful trip to the Mission Viejo Animal Shelter, my mom and sis received a text from my brother over the weekend. Apparently, one of his friends has labs who recently had puppies and the friend was trying to find homes for the puppies. A lab would be perfect for my family--my mom thinks they are super cute and my sister didn't want another German Shepherd (Heidi could never be replaced). On Sunday, they checked out the pups and fell in love with one.

And now, making her blog debut is Jenny, the yellow lab puppy and the newest addition to our family.


Isn't she precious?

P.S. That is my mom holding her. I love that she still wears her wedding ring even though she's been a widow for most of my life.