Okay, now I'm sorry

Okay, the guilt set in about neglecting my blog. I said I wasn't sorry, but I had a change of heart. A little like Jason on the Bachelor, without national TV and as many tears.

I love our new puppy, I really do. But man, there are times when I ask Ryan whose idea it was to get a second dog. Then he looks at me and I say "I know, it was mine.....but it wasn't one of my best."

She is cute, but she is a little fireball. I am sure Sadie was this way, too, but I don't remember her being like this. And another weird note about our 2nd dog is that I feel like I have "2nd child syndrome" with her. I don't have as many pictures of her. I have not blogged about her too much. And she doesn't even have her own Christmas ornament yet. So I am going to attempt to make up for that. I'm sorry, Parker. We love you just as much as we love Sadie. Sadie is just trained and easier to manage. She doesn't try to jump up and eat my hair, and she doesn't have a really high pitched bark that drives me crazy. Anyway.....

We got Parker from a fantastic rescue shelter called "Animal Guardians of America." If you are looking to rescue a stray, please check them out. They were so kind, so accommodating, and I was very impressed with them. They came to our home twice. Once to bring Parker and once to follow up. But they messed up one little thing. They told us that they had not had her fixed, and so we had to get it done. Now, this wasn't too big of a deal, except that Parker had to have the surgery, and she couldn't jump, run or horseplay for two weeks. Wait, hold on. That is all she does. How are we going to keep her from doing the very things that define her? She is a jumping, running, horse-playing ball of fire. Good luck to us, right?

And the solution. A rawhide bone. This is the only thing that would keep Parker and Sadie from playing roughly. I won't even tell you how many bones we have gone through in the past week, because it is just embarrassing. I feel so bad just giving them bones to keep them happy, but I don't want Sadie to rip Parker's stitches. Ew.

To end this post, a picture of our sad little puppy as we left the vet. She was disoriented, sad, clumsy and quiet. She was just not herself. But the good news is that the next day you would have never known she had surgery, if you couldn't see the horrible shave and the stitches.

Much love,

Allison