Still, he arrived with knowledge of what to do on a piddle pad and open to suggestions on what not to chew. He goes on rides and seems to think that S is a really big dog. As for Nikita, our "husky mix," he barked and growled at her the moment he saw her. And he loves to nip at her ankles. Fortunately for him, she doesn't seem to take him too seriously.
If you ask the kids what his name is, you'll get two different answers. So I'm still calling him "puppy" for now.
What's the one thing you're most neurotic about?
With so many neuroses to choose from, I consulted The Husband about this. With hardly a pause, he answered, "Ingredients." Seems I'm unusually paranoid about chemicals and food-like substances. Maybe it was all the trouble I had in college chemistry and biochem. I've even told my Oreo-loving son that he probably shouldn't eat anything he can't read.
The photo here shows the filtration system's pre-filters; I think they're made with some kind of compacted paper (like an extra-thick coffee filter). We change them out every other month. Eeew! After the pre-filter, the water that's used in the house passes through a charcoal and coconut-shell main filter.
I'm not sure that this stuff is actually unhealthy, but it's certainly not pretty. And it probably doesn't taste very good, either.
This has been a bit of a tense week. With school notifications coming in, I've been throughly stressed out, since E has been an elementary school refugee, a boy without a school for next year. Strangely shopping therapy doesn't seem to be working for me; oh, how I've tried! So... we've decided to have a puppy.
E started asking for another dog a month or so after Barclay passed away last summer. He says the house doesn't feel as alive as it used to. And when asked to write something during his school admission visits, he wrote about Barclay's death - twice, I think. Poor little guy.
After Tuesday's martial arts class, I told E that we were going somewhere, a surprise. I had him enter the mystery address into the GPS system, and naturally he wanted to know what we were going to do next. I think he was hoping to get some new Pokemon cards. He was pretty happy when, after meeting up with his dad and sister, he found himself in a room full of eight-week-old puppies. Major frolicking! We went back again after school yesterday and made it official: our pup is "due" at the end of the month.
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