Went to an adoption event today to try and find a more suitable home for Sugar. If you didn't read my previous blog entitled If Carpets Could Talk, rest assured Sugar is not one of my kids. Not only did I leave the event with Sugar, I added a 4-pound mini something-or-other puppy, yes puppy, to the mix. She has peed on the floor twice and registered her unequivocal objections to the crate. She's so stinkin' cute, but I just don't know if I have it in me to housebreak a dog right now. I will let you know tomorrow...I am typically evil when awakened prematurely in the morning, which will likely happen when Harper (Charli's name for her) decides it's time to start her little doggie day. I am also evil when I step in dog pee first thing in the morning. So I may be calling for an exorcist tomorrow. Oh, I forgot to tell you. This is a "trial" foster period for Harper. There is absolutely no obligation for us to be her forever home. We're just giving the real foster family a break. As I watch her pitter-patter around the house sniffing, I'm reminded how much I HATED housebreaking our neurotic mini-Schnauzer Max eight years ago. Every moment holds the potential for a potty accident. I just don't know if I'm up for the challenge.
More to come...
