Yep, it was an early Hanukkah surprise for the kids. They just came home from school on an ordinary Tuesday – or so they thought – to discover an adorable 9-week-old Brittany nutcase waiting for them.
At first, they kind of didn’t know how to react. They aren’t used to surprises – even good ones; they like life nicely planned, reviewed in dreams many times over, everything thought of in advance. It took them, oh, half and hour to an hour to really recover and start romping with the crazy puppy and, I think, to even realize – wow – this amazing thing just happened to us.
We try to teach the kids: don’t calculate so much, because you can’t know how any of it turns out, anyhow.
Take me, for example. As a first-time puppy mom, I fretted and read loads of books and tried to get ready, but nothing could have possibly prepared me for this madness and this joy. One second I am tearing my hair out: “What did I get myself into??” The next moment, I am running around with the silly baby in the backyard, and we are making fifty million circles around the territory that suddenly feels like brand new land. One moment, it feels like I’m the one who’s on a pink faux-leather leash, tied forever to the gorgeous little monster. The next moment, I am practically bouncing up and down – almost literally, I’m not joking! – as though I’m this hyper-destructive-chewy-sniffing machine- ready to take on the world.
You should have seen our kitchen counter this morning: cat food bowls, dog food stuff, kids’ dirty plates, bills, manuscript pages. It’s nice and clean now, thank you very much. Hurray for puppy naps!
One day at a time, the breeder told me on the phone yesterday. And that’s the way I’m going to take it!
Wish me luck!!! 🙂
Katiaesque 
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