Less Poop In My Life

Out brief stint as pet owners has come to an end. While I was away, Goblin the Puppy got attacked by a bigger dog and ended up buried in the back yard.

No more cute puppy pics.

Introducing Goblin

"Can I keep him?"



That's more or less what my husband said yesterday when I encountered him cuddling an adorable little labrador puppy. Yes, friends, we're now pet owners.

The story goes like this: a friend of my husband had a lab, and she had pups. Mama dog passed away. Husband's friend wanted to give away all the pups. One pup ended up at a cousin's house, but Aunty said "No". Cousin told husband, and husband said "Yes". Now the puppy lives with us.


I really had no interest in having a pet, but I was emotionally blackmailed. Try saying no to a wriggling puppy who will otherwise end up out at "the ranch", alone all day, guarding wire.

Plus he sat in my lap and licked my toes. And, needless to say, he's got puppydog eyes. Yeah, how can you turn those down? Poor little orphan puppy with puppydog eyes who sat in my lap and licked my toes... whimper, whimper, whimper.

I asked whether someone else wouldn't take him, and apparently not, since all the likely puppy owner candidates have already been convinced to take the sibling pups.

So. There you have it. We're puppy owners.

Here he is getting comfy in his new home.



His name is Goblin. He has a play date with his brother puppy tomorrow. I'm reading up on puppy training. Please send me your puppy training tips, because I grew up with cats.