Never Thought This Would Happen!

We are the proud new owners of a Pit Bull. Yep, you heard me... I gave in and let the kids (and M) have a dog. She is 7 weeks old and her name is Berklei. She is beautiful! The craziness in all of this is that a Pit Bull is what attacked M when he was about 12 years old... I think that was his age. He has scars on his arm and his foot. It was SERIOUS! We told the kids that as soon as she turned on one of us that she would have to go. I also told them that she could stay in the house under the following conditions: (1) they have to clean up after her... meaning that if she pees or poops or tracks in dirt or mud, they have to clean it up and then get the carpet steamer out, (2) she MAY NOT chew on my furniture and/or cabinets and/or ANYTHING that we did not buy at Petco for her! She has had a few accidents in the house, but they have all been thoroughly cleaned up! Thank god!! And (3) my house had better not EVER smell like dog! I cannot stand that smell. So far so good.

On another note, we celebrated Daddy's birthday for two days! He had two nights of heavenly meals prepared with love. I'm trying to find him the Lost Season 1 movie since Season 2 comes out today. I cannot find it in the stores anywhere. I am going to look online in a few minutes. If anyone has any other suggestions, let me know.

Also, we have had tons of rain and 70 degree days for the past three days. It has been wonderful. Although my yard is full of weeds, we needed the rain badly. We've had a lot of fires around town due to the dryness that we are having. We opened up the windows in the house and let the house fill up with fresh air. It smelled so good. But now I smell dog poop whenever I walk out front because Berklei pooped right by the porch. **Note to self: Have kids clean that up.**

D is doing great! He will 8 months old on Thursday. He has such a little personality already. We have been letting him eating those dissolveable finger foods and biter biscuits. He doesn't really like either of them. He just likes to knock them around on his tray. But hey, as long as they keep him entertained while the rest of us eat, I don't really care what he wants to do with them. Actually, I'd better be careful saying that. Within safe reason, I don't care if he wants to eat them or play with them.