Here, boy!

Dear Broodling,
It’s been a while since I’ve written, hasn’t it? Sorry about that. Your father and I are trying to find a better place for you to grow up in between the twice weekly doctor’s appointments, so we’ve been running around like chickens with their heads lopped off. But I’m al-l-l-l-l-lmost settled in completely, al-l-l-l-l-lmost ready to begin living in Washington rather than Arizona. Thank goodness. I took longer than I thought I would to get over the shock of moving from my home state.

Back when we first moved here, I was lonely, so desperately lonely at home that I was ready to swallow my disdain for all things four-legged and furry and take the plunge in adopting a puppy. Thankfully, Aaron talked me out of it (repeatedly! it took him weeks!), especially since you arrived on the scene soon afterwards. Compared to a puppy, what a bargain!

For example:
-baby spit-up is easier to clean than dog puke
-you won’t be peeing on the carpet for at least two years
-no neutering fees
-the grandparents will enjoy having you in the house
-no shedding (related: no allergies)
-after 18 years, I can legally kick you out and feel no guilt whatsoever
-you’ll smell better, even when wet
-and, most importantly, there will be no licking of faces with tongues that have been places they just shouldn’t be.

Love,
Your I’m-celebrating-Mother’s-day-a-year-early Momma