Puppy love . . .

Well, not so much these days. I was cleaning out my cupboards last night in preparation for our move and threw away two bags of baking chocolate that were over a year old.

This dog woke me up four times last night, asking for more water and to be let out. FOUR times. Like a newborn.

This morning I found garbage all over my kitchen and dog vomit in four different rooms.

The only reason I haven't listed her on Craigslist today is because my babies love this lil' puker. And I love my babies more than anything.

I might miss her a bit. MIGHT. Oh, how blessed is a beagle with a loyal, guilt driven, and sensitive owner.

Now if she does this on our wooden floors at our house. . . Well, not looking forward to that moment.

Roll over

I know I don't give my dog near enough devotion here on my blog.

I should. She is my first baby after all.

But, truth be told, I spend half of my days getting after her for trying to eat food off the baby's tray and the other half cleaning up after the newest mess she has made.

Then night comes and she practically begs for me to hold her and just please love her. I guess all the threats to give her away if she jumps up to steal food from the counter one more time do something to her psyche.

Then I come upstairs to find her sleeping on my side of the bed.

Now if that doesn't prove I love her, not sure what will. Roll over dog and make me some room.