My life has once again been turned upside down and shaken. But I (we) brought it on ourselves and couldn't be happier because of it. Don't be misled, my schedule and freedom have been affected, my indoor cats have retreated and now live solely upstairs in MY bedroom, I dance with the vacuum cleaner nightly and there are poop bags in my jacket pocket.
What was I thinking?
I was thinking how lonely I could allow myself to be in the evenings when my DH was at work. How I missed the sound of a very content, deep-breathing canine at my feet. How I missed having a buddy that really wanted to be with me and was glad to see me when I came home (20 cats and, really, all I'm good for is tuna).
Bailey's been with us a month now and we've worked hard to fall into a routine that works best for us all. We're getting there. And we're working through the puppy stage - the jumping, the chewing, the nipping. But I can be patient...because once we get the go-ahead that it's okay for her to start running with us, this dog will truly regret the day she violated my Longaberger recipe box and it's treasured contents.
It will soon "be on", Bailey K...it will soon "be on" (said her loving "One Bad Mother Runner")!
