The end of an era

They're heading to the next stop on the journey of their life. Thank God.

It's funny though, only 1/2 of me feels happy to have my life back, the other half will miss them. I've talked myself in and out and in and out, of adopting one of them, but the sane side of my brain is much louder than the exhausted side, and the sane side is screaming:

"No Way In Hell! You need to sleep! And you just bought new furniture not even 2 years ago! And your other babies need love too. Not to mention that you'll never be able to travel again because as it is, you already spend more money on dog hotel and cat sitter fee's than you do your own accommodation's while vacationing!"

Yes, sane side of my brain. You are right. They go. Let them exhaust some other fool with a bleeding- no hemorrhaging heart. I, I am going to go take a shower, clean the puppy poop from the walls, do some laundry and go on a date with my husband to a movie.....hopefully we won't snore too loud.

come again?

This morning

Chris: (smiling) "Chasing puppies around right out of bed, before you even have coffee...that's kinda fun! They sure are cute little guys."

Me: (In my head) "Wait (pause) did you really just say that?"

Puppy, puppy, puppy

Am I driving you guys crazy yet with non stop talk about puppies? Just when you thought that I couldn't surpass the crazy cat lady status... Honestly, I really don't have anything interesting to write about, given my brain is mush. Is this what the first 3 years of parenting feels like?

There has been some talk of people wanting to adopt my babies, so I'm posting some more pictures of them. I'm turning them over to the Animal House on Friday at 12 noon, so those of you who are interested better call in sick and come get some puppy love.

Once they are under the jurisdiction of the Animal House, they won't be adopted out until they're eight weeks old, and I'm guessing that they're 6 weeks now. I think that for the right people, they would be fine going to a family now, as long as the family kept their expectations low and remembered that puppies are really monsters at heart- at least until they reach about 5 years of age.

I'm falling for him

This is 'baby', the only name that I will let myself call him. He's the runt of the four and we almost didn't find him. He had been split up from the rest, about a mile away. We doubled back to where he was for the third time because the momma seemed to be telling us that someone was missing. All that I can say is that I'm so thankful that we went back.

Someone needs to take this pup who is close to me, either a freind or family. If I can't have him, I at least need visiting rights.

Bleary eyed

They wake up in the middle of the night in the form of hairy piranhas. It's dangerous if you happen the have bare feet.

I ran out of soft baby food during the second feeding frenzy of last night, so I gave them hard puppy food. Big mistake. There is now a diarrhea overload in the Galli house. This morning, I got up early and ran out for puppy milk before the monster family woke up. I stopped to do some dumpster diving for newspaper on the way home-I knew that being mindful of the earth would bite me in the butt at some point, I could so use a shed full of the unread news.

Someone asked me if I needed help...being in my pajamas and all, hanging over the side of the news recycling bin with one foot on top of the truck that I had strategically placed for more climbing leverage. Pretty soon I'm going to be known as the 'crazy lady of Fort Collins', If I'm not already. I hope that they at least say that as crazy as I seem, I'm still pretty.

Thanksgiving Story

These are the thanks that Chris and I received this Thanksgiving holiday. Four loud, peeing, pooping, biting, beautiful little puppies, along with their mother.

They were on the side of I-80 on our way back from Thanksgiving in Salt Lake. The mom was barking at the trucks, including us because we drove the big @$$ truck to take advantage of the gas price- just like the environmentalists we claim to be. We pulled over and backed up to see if she was an apparition caused by too much hormone enhanced turkey. Two hours later we had collected four pups and the mom. Thank god for our gas guzzling truck because the front seat is big enough to carry all of the puppies, the mom and me. Contrary to our vehicle of choice, we keep our trashiness under wraps by allowing our animals first class amenities: the front seat, and that rest of our lunch.

The Galli estate is now a puppy estate and this parenting thing is giving me circles under my eyes.

Luckily, they all seem to be healthy, although the mother was pretty sketched out. Her milk was dried up and I assume that by the looks of the five of them, it had been dry for a while.

She left today with a new family and hasn't looked back. The couple who took her called me to say that they had to coax her into the house because it seems that she has never been inside of one. They made her 'safe zone' their bed- she's liven in style after one hard life. The babies are doing great, I'm going to keep them for a week or so to make sure that they're good and fat, and then they're out of here- just in time to break my heart.