Motherhood….Spare Me Oh Heavenly Lord

I know it seems like every post in the past week has been about dogs, dogs, and more dogs. There's a reason: my whole life right now is dogs, dogs, and more dogs. It's not a bad thing per se, except when it is forty-five minutes before my alarm is scheduled to detonate and I have one crying Shiba Inu gnawing on my face because she wants to get off the bed and go pee on the floor. (This happens every morning. Let me impress this upon you: EVERY SINGLE MORNING WITHOUT FAIL.) Nonetheless, I am actually happy with this messy little arrangement. Each walk, each feeding, each moment is an endless string of amusing moments: Aisha has become outgoing and bold, and is constantly flopping around like a spasmodic jellyfish or biting parts of Kobe to get his attention. To his credit, Kobe is charmingly playful and tolerant as ...continue reading.

9 lbs, 9 oz of Unmitigated Fury

I'm beginning to think that the parents on the premises of the breeder's house were just stand-ins, and that Aisha is actually spawn of Lucifer himself. This morning, she woke me up twenty minutes early, a feat that is roughly akin to disemboweling me and forcing me to French braid my entrails. She did this by latching onto my cheek with her demon fangs. Then she leapt onto my head repeatedly, baring claws and teeth, and making little yowling sounds, until I could no longer find safe refuge under the pillow and was forced to swat her away. At that point, I thought I would be able to claim the last fifteen minutes of precious slumber, until I felt needle-sharp teeth latch onto the rubberband securing my ponytail and make every attempt to slide it, and half of my hair, free from my head. She then began yipping and lunging ...continue reading.