I Am My Mother's Daughter

The Galli Family, now a family of 7.

Meet Eighty, the Galli family's newest member. Yes, he is the runt of the bunch- remember Baby, well now he's Eighty, after Highway I-80 on which he was found.

So far so good. Dyggs is loving him and they play and they play and play, which is good because it's still colder than the cold version of Hell here in Fort Collins. The one time that we took Eighty out to show him off he cried and shivered. Good thing that I'm learning to knit- yes knit, crazy cat spinster now knits- I need to refine my skills and craft him a Super Dog sweater. Uh-hu, crazy cat spinster who knits her animals sweaters. Good thing I'm happy- or I'd be crazy.

We're in Fort Collins

Chris: "I can't believe that there's a city this far north."

This is Ice, on the inside of the window. I'll be in bed until the end of March.

I feel like a success story

I completed my Yoga Training Certification this past weekend! Yeah for Sarah!

I haven't talked about it much because, well honestly it hasn't been easy for me to spend so much time around 15 other women. It's all very hokey poky and foo-foo, I'll just say that my anxiety meds came in very handy throughout the past couple months- and I made some incredible friends along the way.

It's funny how we find growth in the most unexpected ways.

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.