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happiness is a warm clem

disclaimer: i am fully aware that this announcement firmly places us in the "crazy ladies with the pets" category. but: look at this photograph. if crazy is bad, i don't ever want to be good.

on friday, our friends tamara and celesta called and asked us to stop by their house to make sure their litter of seven week old doxiedoodles (ie dachshund/poodle mix) had plenty of food. we're good friends suckers, so of course we did it. and, of course, we promptly fell in love with a bashful brown furball. we looked at each other with a mutual expression of "i'm caving. be strong or we'll have four dogs before the sun sets on this day." i held the pup in my lap, kissed on his ears, sniffed his delightful puppy breath. ah shit. it's my BIRTHDAY! i proclaimed. i've never gotten a puppy for my birthday! i've never raised a puppy! and so we decided we would adopt the pup our friends called buster. and then we drove to houston for boomp's funeral.

i don't know about helen, but the thought of enormous cuteness awaiting us back at home really helped me walk through the sadness of the weekend. every time i felt overwhelmed, exhausted, panicked, or simply sad with grief, i said to myself, "but i have a puppy."

"new puppy" is the safest antidepressant on the market. no weight gain. no sexual side effects.

we adopted our little boy on monday. his name is (judge) clement earl pickles mccarthy.

maybe we didn't exactly think through the whole puppy responsibility thing before we took him home, because the thoughts of potty training and puppy-proofing had not even occurred to me until he peed on the floor and ran off with my flipflop.

we adapt quickly, and so has clem. i can count his accidents on two fingers. he sleeps between us, and for now, we are setting an alarm to let him out every three hours overnight. for a puppy whose feet had never touched the bare ground before monday, he has taken to the yard like a champ. he understands that is the place for evacuating bodily stuff, as well as the best place for wild romping with his new siblings, who, incidentally, are okay with him joining the pack.

this afternoon, i am the queen of really bad cramps, and empathic little clem is napping snug against my belly. he'll be awake in a little while, i'm sure, and i'll be once again practicing my calm and assertive "no" as he tries to eat my computer. again. for now, however, he is my angel boy with whom i am already deeply in love.




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